Chapter 139

ADAM'S POV

The intercom buzzes.

“Mr. Crest,” my secretary says, her voice polite but cautious, like she knows the mood I’m in. “I was able to get a hold of Mrs. Evanovich. She’s holding on line two.”

I clench my jaw, every tendon in my neck pulling tight. My hand curls slowly into a fist, knuckles f...