Chapter Eighteen
Mike stood by the small window in his office when they entered. He looked out on the parking lot, the distant trees in a park across the road, a tiny frown creasing his youthful features. Her brother was blessed. He’d be fifty and still look like a twenty-five year-old. Hopefully she’d end up as lucky in that department.
“To what do I owe the pleasure?” Mike asked, turning to them. He studied the distance Adalia had put between herself and Trent without changing expressions. “Is everything all right?”
“Never been better,” Trent said. “We’ve just come back from the engineer’s office.”
“And?” Mike strode to his high-backed chair and sank into it, gesturing for them to take a seat.
Trent didn’t sit down, opting to pace back and forth instead. Adalia took her brother’s of
