Chapter 250 Hard to Talk About

• Sandra raised her wrist, the soft click of the watch's glass echoing in the quiet room as she glanced at the time. It wasn't too early, nor too late—neither the perfect hour for a meal nor the right moment for anything else.
• "Mr. Banks," she said, her voice calm, "how about I buy you a cup of Joe's? Which place do you like for coffee?"
• Nathaniel's chuckle came through the phone, smooth and warm. "No need to go through all that trouble. Where are you? I'll come to you."