The next morning, Lina Jenkins received a call from the building manager, informing her that a Mr. Adams was waiting outside to see her. Lina had expected Carson Adams might try to contact her, but she hadn't thought he'd do it so soon. After all, it was a weekday, and taking time off work would mean losing pay—something Carson couldn't stand.
Still, Lina had no plans to meet with Carson. His mild-mannered appearance was just a front. The real Carson was temperamental and prone to anger, and Lina had no desire to risk putting herself in a dangerous situation.
"I don't know any Mr. Adams," she told the building manager smoothly. "With Thanksgiving coming up, there are a lot of scammers around. Please make sure no suspicious people get past the gate."
A few minutes later, her phone rang. It was Carson, his voice simmering with barely controlled anger.
"Lina Jenkins, don’t push it! Do you have any idea how much I spent on a plane ticket to come here? Over $1,200!
"You're just holding a grudge because I didn’t marry you, aren't you? If only you could have had a son, we wouldn’t be in this mess, would we?"
