"Business," Travis reminded himself, buttoning up his shirt with hands that were suddenly steady once more. His mind shifted gears, locking away the intoxicating memory of indulgence, and refocusing on the challenges ahead.

　　"Tomorrow," he spoke into the silence, picking up his phone. "I need to see her again." With a sense of purpose, he tapped out a message, proposing a new meeting with Camila.

　　"About Blake," he typed, his thumb hesitating before adding, "And ...