Rachel's pov
The next morning, I received an invitation. My assistant brought it in with the rest of the morning correspondence, but this one she placed separately at the top of the pile. I picked it up and ran my thumb along the embossed edge before I opened it.
The Cartridge family was opening a restaurant, it was a full gala, my kind of event. The venue was one of the new luxury developments on the waterfront, a building I'd watched go up over the past eighteen months with professional interest. The Cartridges were old money in this city, with their name on hospital wings and university buildings, and when they put it on an opening, people showed up.
I set the invitation on the desk and looked at it.
The door opened without a knock.
Levi came in, dropped into the chair across from
