Vincent's POV
I frowned and unlocked my phone again to be sure that I didn’t miss anything.
Still, there was nothing from Rachel. No meeting address, no schedule, no text of any kind carrying her name. I turned the screen toward her. "Look."
She stepped closer and her eyes moved over the screen. I watched her read it, watched her take in the absence of anything she'd apparently sent.
"I didn't get anything," I said.
For some reason I wanted her to believe me. The feeling was stronger than it had any right to be given that I barely knew her or at least that was what everyone kept telling me. But I didn't want her standing there thinking I had deliberately ignored her.
She frowned and then unlocked her own phone and held it toward me. The message sat on her screen clearly — the meetin
