"What time, the day after tomorrow?" Of course, there were exceptions. If it was something she liked, he would support it. "I'll see you off."
Knowing he had relented, Erin Lowell let out a sigh of relief.
"Don't worry about it, I'm probably leaving in the early morning." Her voice was a little heavy, as if she were suppressing some emotion, sounding drained.
Ian Sheffield heard the dejection in her voice. He glanced at the time and took his jacket from the back of his chair. "I happen to be free right now. Come have a couple of drinks with me."
Before she could reply, he hung up.
At 7:50 PM, a black Bentley pulled up to the entrance of Pinecroft Estate, scattering a carpet of maple leaves. Moonlight rippled between the curves of the trees, and a sky full of stars painted the most beautiful night scene.
Ian Sheffield got out of the driver's seat, walked around to the passenger side, and pulled the door open. "Miss Lowell, if you please."
