Chapter 15

She couldn't breathe.

Jared was somehow at Sabine's. And he was angry. At her. Why else would he act as if they were just acquaintances? Was he upset because she'd left? Because of the note? Surely that wasn't it. He had to understand why she'd left, why she hadn't said goodbye. But she looked at his face, and he was glowering and raking one hand through his dark hair.

Maybe he didn't understand why she'd left after all.

Sabine looked up from her pattern books and sketches, winged brows raised in concern.

"I'll just put some more coffee on," Felicity muttered, then spun out of the conference room.

She took refuge in the small part of the gallery just off the hallway where several paintings hung and a nice couch offered a place for her to collapse. Which she did, immediately sinking into its pillowy depths. Leaning forward, she braced her elbows on her knees and buried her face in her hands. A tiny tremor worked its way through her.

She hadn't expected to see him so soon after las