A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss
She hung up before I could respond.
I shook my head, tucking my phone back into my purse. The café was just ahead, its warm lights glowing invitingly against the darkening sky.
Caffeine Dreams was one of those places that tried too hard to be quirky – mismatched furniture, local art on the walls, and coffee with names that required a thesaurus to decipher. But they made a decent latte, and it was close enough to the hospital that I could visit Mom afterward.
I leaned against the brick exterior, scanning the sidewalk for any sign of Hazel. My phone buzzed with a notification, and for a split second, I tensed, thinking it might be Alexander. But the screen remained mercifully free of his name.