Montez
For three days, I had been in back-to-back meetings. Meeting with suppliers, checking merchandise sheets, and bugging my company accountant for the quarterly numbers to see where we were at with the IRS audit that had landed on my desk.
My phone chirped, and I picked it up. I smiled to see a text from Honor.
Honor Chase: Third one this week.
A picture of a billboard outside the coffee shop she frequented had another note that she had put in Greg’s lunches. The man was definitely going all out, showing her how much he appreciated her acts of love. I had to admire it.
It was Friday. Honor and I were going to a charity event for the women’s shelters in Hollywood, Florida, tonight, held by the Mayor, Michelle Grayson. I texted her back, telling her she had better be paying atten
