Dylan's eyes were still fixed on the document. "Cancel? This evening's contract is worth six figures, and I hardly think Savannah is worth more than that."
Garwood remained silent.
Soon night fell. Outside the villa, Los Angeles shimmered like a crescent of stars.
Judy had prepared a meal for Savannah, but she'd refused. So, instead, Jude had piled up the floor around her feet and on the table, "just in case." And she was hungry, starving, in fact, but she wouldn't eat a bite of it. She wouldn't give Dylan anything, would touch anything he owned.
As the hours drew on, Judy became more concerned. "Please miss Schultz, Mr. Sterling often stays overnight at the company working. He even has an apartment nearby; it happens so often. It may be better if you go home tonight, get some sleep, and come back tomorrow."
