Vincent's POV
I'd been thinking about Rachel constantly since the banquet.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face. The cold indifference in her eyes when she'd looked at me and how she'd turned her back on me like I meant nothing.
I wanted to talk to her, needed to understand what had happened, why she'd come back like this, why she was targeting my business.
But there wasn't any good reason to just show up at her office and demand answers. I needed something concrete, some legitimate business reason to confront her.
Coincidentally, that reason arrived Tuesday afternoon in the form of a phone call.
The Northtown property owner called me.
My heart jumped. This was it, he was calling to finalize the deal, to accept my offer. I tried to hold in my grin but it spilled out. I held i
