He was at his desk when I came in and he stood up when he saw me,
"Rachel," he said. "I wasn't expecting you."
"I know." I sat down across from him without being asked. "You look better than you did at the gala."
He sat back down. "That's a low bar."
"It is," I agreed.
He looked at me. "How are you?"
"Good." I kept my voice easy. "How is everything at home?"
His expression shifted slightly — not much, just a pull around the eyes. "Fine," he said.
"And Camilla?"
He picked up his pen and set it down. "Rachel—"
"I'm not pushing," I said. "I was just asking." I let it go and reached into my bag and pulled out the folded pages Daniel had given me. I set them on the desk between us. "I had lunch with an investor today. Daniel Reeves."
He looked at the papers. "His name has come up."
