(Reese)
I sat at the table for a few minutes after he left.
The sketch pad was open in front of me but I wasn't looking at it. I was looking at the doorway he'd walked through and thinking about what he'd said.
Give me time to show you instead of just saying it.
That was either the most honest thing he'd said to me in weeks or the most convenient. I hadn't decided which yet.
I closed the sketch pad and finished my coffee.
The show was close enough now that I couldn't afford to sit in a kitchen at the compound turning conversations over in my head when Simone had been sending emails since before six. I picked up my phone and scrolled through them. Final confirmation on the seating layout needed by noon. The lead model had a scheduling conflict with the afternoon fitting. Two more pres
