ed in her pocket as if she needed to keep checking it was real. The man had barel

ething about it gnawed at her. The let

led letter from the trash. She smoothed it out

your painting. Trust this a

ce? Could it be a lucky guess? She shook her head, t

r late dinner a pitiful bowl of instant

The knock came again, more insistent this time. He

y. But there it was again a cream-colo

d it up and ripped it open. The

et Adrian Steele. He wi

ely familiar. She frowned, pulling o

llionaire CEO of Steele Industries. He was a household name, often featured in bus

utine. She even dressed a little nicer for her shift at the coffee shop, though she

letter was meaningless. But then, as the bell above t

ds. He was taller than she'd imagined, with sharp features and piercing gray eyes.

art racing as he app

d, his voice smooth and author

ether to confirm or run. "Yes

e, but it didn't quite reach his e