Richard stood near the entrance, adjusting his cufflinks with unnecessary focus, pretending not to be too eager after waiting for more than the forty-five minutes Shantel had requested, forgetting that he was the one that extended it to an hour.
He had just checked his watch for the third time in two minutes when he got a text in his phone." and his expression darkened.
"Change of plans. Meet me at Three Star Hotels. Trust me.
—S."
His brows knit immediately.
"What the hell is she up to now?" he muttered under his breath, frowning at the message like it had personally insulted him.
His thumb hovered over the reply button, then dropped. He looked up at her apartment door, lips thinning.
He took a few tense steps forward, stopping just short of storming up to knock. But something held him back and that was the promise of a surprise?
He let out a deep breath. Very much like Shantel Hale, only that he couldn't help but wonder what the surprise was going to be.
