Stephen
The best part of my day wasn’t closing multimillion-dollar deals anymore.
It wasn’t watching another acquisition fall into place or seeing Case Industries continue to grow.
It was driving home.
Well… technically, Evan was driving.
I leaned back in the rear seat of the SUV, loosening my tie as the city moved past the tinted windows. Rush hour had already settled over Manhattan, turning every avenue into a slow-moving sea of brake lights.
Normally, I’d spend the ride answering emails or reviewing contracts.
Tonight, my laptop stayed closed beside me.
My mind was somewhere else.
Pennsylvania.
The renovation photos Corey had sent earlier that afternoon were still open on my phone. Every few hours he’d text another update. The old wallpaper in Laura’s childhood home was gone.
