It was 4:30 and Piper was waiting not so patiently for Autumn’s call. Her phone was on her lap and she had made sure to be at home so she had good service and no interruptions when Autumn called.

‘Maybe he is working late,’ Piper told herself. That wasn’t impossible.

Jackson was a buys man and had taken on quite a load when the chief editor had retired. They were low staffed and half the time it was just him and his secretary with an intern to pick up the slack in his ...