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Chapter 50Skylar's POV"You actually are?" Zane said."I actually am." I smiled at the counter. "I'll tell you everything when you get home.""Good. Go do something nice for yourself today."I thought about that for approximately three seconds after I put the phone down, and then I called Mara.She picked up on the first ring, which meant she had been near her phone, which meant she had been waiting to hear from me about something. Mara operated on a frequency that was always slightly ahead of the people around her. It was both impressive and occasionally alarming."I'm coming to Hot Dishes," I said."I'll tell them to get the VIP section ready," she said, and hung up.I laughed at my own phone. This was why I needed this woman in my life.I got dressed in something comfortable, nothing that required effort, because today was a day for happiness rather than presenting and I told Eric where we were going. He nodded in the way he always nodded, which showed both acknowledgement and th

Chapter 52Skylar's POVThe morning of the fifteenth was perfect. It was just an ordinary good morning: clear sky, the city already moving by seven, Agnes in the studio kitchen at six forty-five setting out the breakfast spread with the quiet efficiency of someone who took her responsibilities seriously and expected others to do the same. The egg things with the herbs on top, exactly as promised. Fruit. Good coffee in two large pots.I had been at the studio since six.I had checked everything the night before and then come back in the morning to check it again, which I acknowledged was excessive and did anyway. The collection was racked in order. The shooting area was dressed in neutral backdrop, the lighting positioned where we had briefed it, the photographer already there when I arrived, walking the space with that unhurried assessment photographers did when they were getting serious about the light. His name was Dalton and he had been recommended to me by someone in the industry

Chapter 54Skylar's POV"Who is that?"He paused for two seconds. But two seconds is a long time when you are sitting in a hospital waiting room and the person on the other end of the phone is the person you have chosen to trust."It's a colleague." His voice was calm. It was in the same way he spoke to people in meetings when someone had asked a question he had already answered. "We're going over some numbers.""A colleague right?”"Yes." He answered.I looked at the wall across from me. Claire was sitting three chairs down, staring at her phone and a nurse walked through the lobby without looking at either of us."Are you sure?" I said."That's not a question sky" And there it was, the slight edge of patience that came when he felt he was being asked something he had already answered. "Yes. I'm sure. It's a colleague. I'm at work, same as I am every morning."I breathed. “Alright” He sounded sure. Well because there was nothing to explain. But I had no way of telling the difference

Chapter 56Skylar's POV"Don't mind me," I said. "If I'm curious about anything I'll let you know."He looked at me for one more second. Then he nodded and stood up. He went downstairs and I lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling and thought about the fact that my name had unlocked his phone.It was either the most romantic thing I had discovered about him or it meant absolutely nothing because some people just used names as passwords because they were easy to remember. I could not decide which interpretation I preferred or which one I believed.I came downstairs an hour later.Zane was at the dining table with his laptop open and his phone beside him, which was where his phone stayed for the rest of the evening. Not suspiciously beside him. There was nothing wrong with it right?. It was entirely normal. And yet.I found reasons to be near the table. I refilled my water twice. I asked Agnes if she needed anything from the kitchen and went there and came back. Each time I moved throu

Chapter 58 Skylar's POV Grace asked the card owner to come in. He was a guy in his late thirties, I supposed. He was tall, composed and well dressed. He sat across from me on one of the couches in the reception area, which was where I had intentionally chosen to meet him. I didn't want us having this conversation inside my office. Not yet. “So what is this about, Mr...?” “Adrian Cole.” He stretched his hand out for a handshake. I accepted it carefully. His grip was firm but not aggressive.He smiled. “My company. The one on the card.” I nodded. “Alright.” He leaned forward slightly.“My company recently took a particular interest in your brand, so we're considering a collaboration. We would also be willing to provide financial support and additional resources where necessary.” My eyebrows lifted. That was unexpected. “What do you think?” “That would be wonderful,” I said honestly. “We're always looking for opportunities to grow and improve. But how exactly did you hear abo