Chapter 80

An hour later, Dashiell entered the CEO’s office at Northstar. Elodie sat across the table, a sleek panther in a black dress, her eyes narrowed on him like a laser. Even across the distance, he could feel the heat of her scrutiny. They were here to about cost projections of the La Hacienda hotel. The meeting was supposed to happen three days ago, but Dashiell kept pushing it back on account of his bruises and he refused to let his COO do it. ‘Dashiell,’ Elodie said, running her eyes over him. ‘You look...different.’ He smiled. Ah, so she noticed the suit. ‘Just trying to keep things interesting. Shall we begin?’ Elodie leaned back in her chair and studied her ex-husband. Every inch of him – the sculpted forehead, the sharp bridge of his nose, the stubborn set of his chin – was etched into her memory. If it weren’t for the whole...married-and-divorced thing, Elodie mused, they could actually be friends. ‘Now, about the cost overruns.’ She shook off that thought and launched into busines