"Sidney." He looked like he was in the middle of getting dressed for a nice dinner. His button-up shirt was untucked and even though he wore nice, dark slacks he wasn't wearing shoes or socks.

"I think we need to talk," she said.

"Yeah, come in." He opened the door for her, and she entered the suite that would have been hers if Wes hadn't upgraded her to the penthouse. It was very nice, but of course much smaller. The décor was more modern than hers with snazzy ...