Teresa's POV.
The sharp, electronic buzz of the hotel lobby phone seemed to scream directly into my ear. I jerked, sloshing lukewarm coffee onto my wrist. I hadn't even finished my first cup. The day was starting without my permission.
"The car is here for you, ma'am," a clipped voice informed me.
"Thank you. I'll be right down," I managed, my v
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