But no matter how sick she felt, Summer Thorne still forced herself to get up and go to the company.
That evening, there was an industry dinner she had long since agreed to attend. So when the time came, she left the company and hurried to the venue.
She didn't expect to run into Silas Dunn in the lobby the moment she stepped out of her car.
Silas Dunn stopped in his tracks the moment he saw her. He stood before her, scrutinizing her face. "Why do you look so pale?"
Summer Thorne had touched up her makeup in the car just before getting out, so she simply glanced at him. "What's wrong with how I look?"
Silas Dunn raised a hand and circled the area around her eyes. "Your eyes are tired," he diagnosed. "Your whole aura is off. What's wrong? Did you get into a fight with what's-his-name?"
"Why does not feeling well automatically mean we had a fight?" Summer Thorne retorted. "Can't a person just be sick?"
