“Unfortunately, I won’t be able to meet next week. I’ll be at a banker’s conference.” Michaela was grateful for the slight reprieve.
“Where’s the conference located?”
“In LA. Santa Monica, to be exact.”And far, far away from you.
“Even better. You’ll only be about four or five miles from me.”
Aw, shit!She clapped a hand over her mouth, even though she hadn’t said the words out loud. Lana was definitely rubbing off on her. “Oh. Are you there for business?”
There was a slight pause, then he said, “I live here.”
Michaela knew she shouldn’t ask, but she had to know. “How long have you been there?”
“I’ve been here the entire time.”
“I see,” she said tightly.
“You don’t. Not yet anyway. I’ll call you mid-week and we can set up a time to meet. Will that work?”
“Fine.”
“Have a safe trip and be careful.”
“I will.” She tossed the phone on the table.I hope I’m not making a mistake.
