CHAPTER 18

  Olivia's POV

  I flipped through channels, my mind wandering as I sprawled on the couch. Reality shows, infomercials, news... nothing caught my interest. I glanced at the clock on the TV - 6 PM already?

  "Shit," I muttered, sitting up. "Gotta get ready."

  I stretched, my muscles protesting after hours of couch-potato-ing. Just as I was about to haul my ass to the shower, my phone buzzed.

  I snatched up my phone, my heart racing. Christopher's name flashed on the screen, and my fingers trembled as I opened his message.

  Mr. Wallace: Sorry, darling. Gotta bail on our little celebration. Heading to NYC for a meeting. Back in two days. Try not to miss me too much."

  My stomach dropped. I'd been looking forward to our "private celebration" all day. I bit my lip, typing out a response.

  Me: Bored of me already, Mr. Wallace? Canceling plans and jetting off to the Big Apple?