Seventeen Minutes on Route 18 Wrecked an Eighteen-Million-Dollar Corporate Buyout
The one with the gray hair didn’t say a word to him.
The woman said something to him from the doorway, and Gavin closed the door while she was still talking.” Nina’s voice dropped until I could barely hear it.
“I’ve never seen him like this.
I’ve never seen anyone like this.”
A phone tapped against a leg somewhere behind me.
I turned.
Gavin stood at the far end of the corridor, and the sound of his phone against his pant leg carried all the way down the carpet.
“Bennett.” He didn’t raise his voice.