(Harlow)
Asher released me when my phone started ringing on the kitchen counter. I glanced at the screen and saw an unfamiliar number. For a moment, I considered letting it ring. Then I decided to answer.
"Hello?"
"Harlow? It's Trevor."
I looked at Asher.
"Trevor? What do you want?"
"I wanted to speak to you about today's meeting."
"There's nothing to discuss privately. Greta and Richard were both present."
"I know, but things got out of hand."
I moved away from the counter and listened. Trevor sounded calmer than he had at the agency. He said Richard had misunderstood his intentions. I wasn't convinced.
"You told him the buyers weren't interested," I reminded him.
"That's not exactly what I said."
"Richard was very clear about what you told him."
"Harlow, I'm trying to resolv
