Rachel's POV
I stared at the meeting schedule on my laptop and seriously considered not telling Vincent about it.
I hated myself for even entertaining the thought at all. Every meeting since the accident had found a way to become complicated, Camilla interfering with his phone, Vincent disappearing to the wrong location, something going sideways that turned a straightforward business appointment into a problem that needed to be solved. I was tired of it.
The project demanded enough attention on its own without the added work of coordinating a man who couldn't reliably receive a text message.
I glanced at the schedule again. Today's meeting was with a potential investor. From what I have heard, they were straightforward, contained, the kind of meeting I'd run a hundred times. I could ha
