“I don’t know what more I can give him. I’ve already given him—” Amber suddenly teared up. “Oh, damn.”
Destiny reached for her hand. “It’s going to be fine.”
Amber looked into her friend’s eyes. “Why did I go and fall in love with him?”
“I wish I could—”
“Ms. Frost?”
Amber looked up to see a sixtyish, fit, well-groomed man standing next to their table.
Destiny came to her feet, purely professional and polite. “Mr. Galloway. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Amber managed a smile.
“I’m sorry to interrupt your evening,” said Mr. Galloway. “And, please, call me Fredrick.”
“This is my client, Amber Welsley.”
“Ms. Welsley.” He gave her a nod.
“Amber,” she automatically corrected.
Fredrick looked around. “Reception was able to provide us with a private meeting room on the fourth floor. Would you mind joining me there?”
“We’d be happy to,” Destiny answered.
Amber took her purse and her coat, doing a double check behind her to make sure she hadn’t left anything on the table.
They made their way to the reception elevator, going up one floor to the club’s meeting rooms. Fredrick led them down a quiet hallway to a large boardroom. The lights had been turned on and coffee set out on a side table.
Destiny poured herself a cup, but Amber decided to let her stomach rest for a bit.
Fredrick took a seat near the end of a long table. Destiny and Amber sat across from him.
“As I said on the phone,” he opened, “you’re welcome to take the package with you to read over the weekend. I’d appreciate it if we could talk again Monday morning.”
“We can make that happen,” said Destiny.
Amber slid a sideways glance at Destiny, gauging her reaction. She seemed impressed by the man, and not overly concerned about the paperwork.