Elena got to her apartment, thoroughly exhausted. While her shoulder had healed up, the pain hadn't fully left, yet Elena would be leaving New York for Las Vegas.
How could her boss want her to go on a business trip with him already? Why would he even need a doctor for this trip? Massimo really wanted to work her ragged, apparently.
She got out a suitcase and began packing. Yet her mind didn't focus on her work trip, but her meeting with her husband. Elena would be getting back Sunday, so she could still meet him for dinner or lunch. Yes, she should have time to meet him.
Elena smiled at the idea of finally meeting this mysterious mechanic. What would he look like? How would he behave?
A mechanic would be patient. Elena knew her husband had to be, since he replied to each of her messag
