Sarah POV“I’m so glad I dressed up,” I said, looking around the lobby at people in long dresses and black tie. The girls were enjoying their shimmering dresses and formal black shoes with tiny heels, and Zane looked even more incredible than usual.We weren’t even the only people there with persona
Sarah POVI was irritated at myself for not making use of the ladies room when I took the girls before. Zane went to get us more drinks, and the girls stayed with him, so I was back to standing in line and trying not to make eye contact. Danielle stood in line behind me, but I knew better than to di
Zane POVMy study was getting crowded.Sarah and I were seated directly in front of my desk in separate chairs. Whitfield and Wilson (whom I was starting to call “the Ws” in my head, and I needed to stop that) were seated slightly to our left, with Travis and Rucker on the right. We fit, though rath
“In one day,” I summarized as I looked back at the report, “Travis and Rucker will be offering a list along with photos of whatever evidence they feel they can have in the public domain without jeopardizing any ongoing investigations.” I looked at them. “You’re prepared for that?”Travis nodded. “Ye
Sarah POV“And at this point in the report,” Zane said, “we are introduced to Christine Tedley, whom I understand is a data cruncher extraordinaire.”We turned to look at her, and her alpha-blue eyes gazed back calmly. She was somewhere in her late forties, I guessed, though like many people of colo
Sarah POVIt had been a long day. Zane and I quizzed each other on Ted’s list then burned it. We ate a pasta dinner with the girls without betraying how deeply worried we were about every detail of our lives being online, and Chloe talked with excitement about going to look at some teak in a lumber
Sarah POVWaking to a new day was awkward. I had, for a moment, truly believed Zane and I had a future, and now I was back to the waking world where we simply didn’t, and I couldn’t settle. After I left Zane’s bed before dawn, the morning should have kept me busy, but it was a Saturday, so I didn’t
But while the Oracle’s words hadn’t awed me, her voice had. It reminded me of The Voice, which I’d heard a few too many times from my father growing up. Seriously, why was it so impossible for him to understand that he only had to tell me like a regular father not to do something and that he didn’t