On Sunday, I handed off Owen to Alyssa.
The next three days until I had plans to see Stevie for my business dinner passed at a snail's pace. The time since I'd seen her last had most definitely not flown by.
I couldn't get Stevie out of my mind. Not when I was at home, not when I was at work, and most certainly not when I was in my bed alone at night and wished she were there with me.
Every night one or the other of us had been busy, which didn't stop us from texting each other about our days—and flirting—because if I couldn't be with her in person, I found myself wanting to connect with her in other
ways until I was able to see her for tonight's dinner with Beck and Chloe, and Gerard Laurent and his wife, Hazel.
After a too long day at the office—though an incredibly productive one since Gerard and his wife had submitted an offer on the triplex penthouse at Central Park Tower, which made tonight's dinner more of a celebratory
