Chapter 63 : The Waiting Game

Saturday dawned gray and mean. The sun was unforgiving when it hit the penthouse windows. Rebecca awoke achy, bruised, and alone in the bed. Asher was in his office, glaring at his phone as if it were about to explode.

“Anything?” she asked.

“Nothing. Lab said 24 to 48 hours. Been 18.” He looked u...

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