blocks to where she’d parked. Dallas let her go.
Dallas was also good at that.
Chapter 7
Dallas
Dallas was at Jim’s office the next day at two-thirty. She
sat in the waiting area and sipped a cup of bitter black coffee
that she hadn’t declined this time. They were out of cream and
sugar. She hated black coffee because it always burned her
stomach unmercifully, but at the moment she was glad for
something to do with her hands and divert her attention from
the anxiety of the upcoming meeting. Her stomach was
already a hot mess anyway, so what did a little more burning
matter?
Maybe Jim was changing things up, hoping for better
results, because he didn’t come and let Dallas into his office
early. She stayed in the waiting area, watching other clients
come and go, watching other lawyers come and go, watching
the receptionist sign for a couple packages with various
couriers and make more of the same, strong coffee.
When the elevator dinged yet again, Dallas’ attention was
immediately drawn to the big steel doors across from the
uncomfortable black set of chairs that served as the waiting
area. She knew, even before Quinn walked out, that she was
there.
Maybe it was some creepy sixth sense, but Dallas could
sense Quinn almost like a presence. Maybe it was process of
elimination. It was almost three and no one had been Quinn
before, so it made sense that this time it was actually her.
Quinn checked in with the receptionist, glanced over at the
group of chairs where Dallas was, back at the receptionist like