Chapter 15

And then his gazed fixed on the e-mail message he’d left unopened ever since it arrived three days before. In his wildest dreams he couldn’t begin to imagine what Aaron wanted. He supposed it could be an apology, but it was more likely a taunt. Or worse perhaps asking for his job at the firm back. Not until the next ice age, pal.

Hell, for all he knew, it could be one of those forwarded e-mails asking to pray for some nonexistent sick kid. It should be simple enough to either open it and read it or just send it to the trash bin where it belonged, never to be read.

Clark couldn’t decide whether to read it or trash it, and so it had sat for three days.

Time to grow some balls, Sterling.

He blew out a breath, sipped his coffee, and clicked Open.

Hi Clark.