Chapter 11

Hope

As Killian had said, his driver showed up exactly on time and picked me up. The evening air was brisk and breezy and the traffic downtown was heavy no surprise.

When the car finally pulled up in front of a towering building, I quickly thanked him, stepped out, and brushed my hands nervously over my skirt.

The moment the doorman ushered me into the softly lit expensive restaurant, a model-thin beautiful waiter dressed in native Chinese apparel approached me.

"Ms. Sterling, the gentleman is waiting for you."

I smiled, gripping my beaded purse more tightly in my moist hand as I stepped forward.

The waiter led me down a dark hall that had a walkway lined with tall bamboo trees. We passed an opening to a large seating area and once we reached the end of the hall, she opened a door and motioned for me to step.

Cautions, I nodded a thank you and entered. It was a small room widely decorated with flowers and Chinese lanterns.

It didn't take long for me to spot Killian. He sat leg-cross