Chapter Nineteen

I’m still pondering the million-dollar question as I step off the subway, ascend the stairs with a rush of morning commuters and make my way toward Lexington Avenue. The air is brisk, a crisp snap of winter accented by light flurries. My hair is in its tight bun, with a few curled strands loose at my temples to frame my face. I’m able to pull the big hood of my full-length black coat over my head, in lieu of using a cumbersome umbrella.

The strap of my laptop bag is slung over one shoulder, even though I didn’t get a jumpstart on the communications I was planning to draft this weekend, to get ahead of my To-Do list. From the moment I’d left the office on Friday until right this very second, there was absolutely no way in hell I could even begin to form mock conceptualizations in my head. My thoughts had been solely on the auction. Then Jameson. Also… My sister.

I’m still incapable of latching onto business as I permit all sorts of sexy fantasies of Jameson to ran rampant through my mi