Clouds in My Coffee
“Agent Trevani phoned ahead to the FBI field unit supervisor, a guy named Matthew Dryer, to fill him in on our arrival the following day.
Sheila and Dad had offered Marco one of the rooms at the lodge next to the slopes and he had accepted. Sheila insisted he have dinner with us last evening, and for some reason, his presence left me uncomfortable. He unnerves me and I’m not sure why.
I tried phoning Ryan before I went to bed, but my call when straight to his voicemail, so I left a messa...ge telling him I missed him, loved him and what progress we’d made.
The following morning, as I walk into the kitchen, I see Marco sitting there. Apparently Sheila has invited him for breakfast as well, even though there’s a perfectly staffed restaurant at the resort.
“Good morning, Ms. Locke,” he greets me, taking a sip of coffee.
“Parrish, please,” I implore. I’m beginning to think this whole ‘Ms.MoreLess
Sheila and Dad had offered Marco one of the rooms at the lodge next to the slopes and he had accepted. Sheila insisted he have dinner with us last evening, and for some reason, his presence left me uncomfortable. He unnerves me and I’m not sure why.
I tried phoning Ryan before I went to bed, but my call when straight to his voicemail, so I left a messa...ge telling him I missed him, loved him and what progress we’d made.
The following morning, as I walk into the kitchen, I see Marco sitting there. Apparently Sheila has invited him for breakfast as well, even though there’s a perfectly staffed restaurant at the resort.
“Good morning, Ms. Locke,” he greets me, taking a sip of coffee.
“Parrish, please,” I implore. I’m beginning to think this whole ‘Ms.MoreLess
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