She spent the first part of the next morning having breakfast with her father in the hotel restaurant. Him reading documents as she drank coffee and watched the street through the window and occasionally pointed out things she found interesting. She didn't mind this was his job and she was gatecrashing.

Nate sat three tables away, back to the wall, with a coffee he barely touched, watching the room.

She couldn't wait to start her day, but she didn't want to seem too excited, because he might ...