PIERCE

I opened the window to hear the ocean and help settle my nerves, but the seagulls squawking back and forth did nothing but agitate me more. I’d been anxious all afternoon but couldn’t figure out why. More than likely it had something to do with Katy.

It always involved Katy.

"You need to come to New York, Pierce," my personal assistant Roxanne did her best to chide me over the phone.

It worked but not as much as she wanted. I ...