While Rose was fighting to keep her company's good name, somewhere out there, another threat lay in the corner.
Tessa straightened her glasses, reviewing her notes as the waitress deposited two cups of black coffee on the checkered plastic tablecloth. She smiled, a pair of dimples appearing on her face.
Tessa Morgan had hazel eyes that reflected her sharp intellect, complemented by chestnut-brown hair falling just below her shoulders while a light dusting of freckles adorned her nose, adding a touch of charm.
Glancing around the cozy diner, she noted Sam was now 15 minutes late. If he didn't show soon, this early morning trip across town chasing dead end tabloid drama proved pointless.
