Rachel's POV
The drive home took twenty minutes and I spent all of it looking out the window running through what I'd lost. I was pissed that none of what I had planned worked.
I'd had a clear path. Stay close to Vincent, find a reason to go back to the house with him, and get into the study. The filing cabinet, the watch, anything connecting him to what happened two years ago. I'd had it and then he'd said exactly the wrong thing at the bar and I'd walked away before I could stop myself.
Stupid.
I got home and changed and went to bed, and in the morning I went to work and tried to feel less like I'd wasted an evening I couldn't get back.
When it was time for lunch, I decided to kill two birds with a stone. My assistant had been hounding me about some investors trying to meet up, now
