Home To You
Thirty-two-year-old Dakota Ryder quickly finished the report he was reading and scrawled his signature across the bottom. He leaned back in the dark brown leather chair, grimacing as he heard it squeak. He needed to get that oiled, he thought, but then immediately dismissed the idea as yet another thing to do later, when he had more time. He glanced at the clock over the sofa and sighed. Pushing back from his mahogany desk, he grabbed up the papers he'd just finished and stood. He was running late.
He strode across the deep, thick, mauve carpet, pausing only to pull open the door before leaving his office. At Sherry Anne's desk, his assistant, who was busily creating next Sunday's bulletin on her computer, he hesitated. Smiling at the middle-aged blonde, he dropped the reports he'd signed into her in-box on the corner of her small desk.
"Can you see that these get mailed to headquarters?" He twisted his wrist to look at his watch, confirming that the time was the same as the clock in his office. "I'm going to be late for my meeting with the contractors."
Sherry Anne picked up the papers and checked the address. "Sure thing. Jacob and Marlene ... read full excerpt from: Home to You ebook
