“Not yet, Mr. Mayfield,” she replied and he looked up from the documents in his hand at her formality. That was when he spotted Peyton sitting in the waiting area outside his office. He held back a groan and then his eyes snagged on the person sitting beside her. Chloe.

Chloe stood and smiled at him, stepping forward with an outstretched hand. “Mr. Mayfield?” she asked with a mischievous grin. “I believe we’re your eleven o’clock.”

He shook her hand, a crooked ...