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together a comprehensive timeline of her tenure at BioGen, what she had accomplished, who her assistants were, what transpired, including Lockford’s unsolicited advances and her handling of them. She created the same detailed timeline for her time at Genomtec, including the evolution of her involvement with Evan. She stopped just shy of the last time they were together in San Diego. The thought of one of Simon’s old flames knowing the details of their torrid encounter was humiliating enough, but the thought of their tryst going public mortified her. Her lips were sealed unless she was legally compelled to testify, and even then, she might plead the Fifth.
    And just like that, her thoughts banked a hard right and wrapped completely around Simon. With the exception of his text with Veronica’s address earlier, he had made no effort to contact her. So easily forgotten, was she? If he was telling the truth, he’d be relentless. That was his nature, was it not? So he was lying or he had moved on.
    “Not your problem, Katy,” she said, as she neatly organized the printed timelines in separate color-coded file folders before sliding them into her worn black leather portfolio. “Not my problem.”
    And yet, she spent another restless night dreaming of Simon and what she could be doing if he had been a better liar and she less judgmental. She woke grumpy and lethargic, cursing Evan Scott for everything bad in her life. Stumbling from bed, she took a quick cold shower to wake her system; she’d worked well into the wee hours the night before. As she toweled her hair dry, she squinted in the mirror. She looked like hell. She had her work cut out for her if she was going to look at all presentable. And work it was, but it paid off.
    Hair dried, cosmetics applied, Katy chose a classic navy Chanel skirt suit and a pair of caramel-colored linen Jimmy Choos. Instead of wearing her glasses, she popped in her contacts. Instinct told her that Veronica and Simon were more than friends, and Katy was damned if she going walk into that office and fade into the wallpaper.
    An hour later, fifteen minutes early for her appointment, Katy strode into the swank marble and chrome law offices of Miller, Stern, and Fuentes. So Veronica was a partner in the prestigious firm? She must be a hotshot. She’d been so preoccupied with Simon it hadn’t occurred to Katy to research Ms. Fuentes. Had she been her normal, thorough self, she’d know the last dozen cases Ms. Fuentes had won.
    Katy was greeted by a male receptionist who smiled pleasantly and offered her a list of refreshments as he escorted her down the hall to a private waiting room. It was well appointed with luxurious butter-smooth leather furniture that had a decidedly feminine feel. The warm reds complimented the gilded wood of the Louis XV tables. To the right was another desk adorned by yet another handsome young man. Ms. Fuentes’s assistant, she presumed.
    “Good morning, Dr. Winslow,” he said, his voice low and husky. He stood and walked toward her.
    Katy smiled in return. “Good morning, Mister … ?”
    His smile widened and he extended his hand. “James, Ms. Fuentes’s personal assistant.”
    Taking his hand, she shook it. It was on the tip of Katy’s tongue to ask if he had any personal assistant friends, but she didn’t. A soft series of chimes echoed from his desk. “Ms. Fuentes will see you now.”
    He guided her to the large black and chrome door down the small hallway to their left. Opening it with a subtle flourish, as if Katy had just been admitted into one of the world’s great wonders, James escorted her in. She liked this woman’s style immediately. The décor was feminine but powerful. The subtle earth tones accentuated by deep gem tones were soothing, sexy, and dominant. “Dr. Winslow,” a deep, though distinctly female voice said coming from behind an open door to the left to the office.
    “Ms. Fuentes?” Katy said as the door closed and one of the