Candace stared at her computer screen, barely registering the yacht club’s renovation budget that Alicia had sent over. Her mind kept drifting to the text message she’d received from Bradley an hour ago.
Landing at JFK in an hour. See you at seven.
She’d tracked him down through his wildlife photography website, sent him a carefully worded email about the…
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