Chapter 13

Caleb's brow furrowed. "Dismiss her." Moments later, the intercom buzzed again. The front desk sounded anxious. "Mr. Solt, Ms. Cecilia Nander still refuses to leave. She insists on seeing you…" Already irritated by everything happening with Winona, Caleb's patience snapped. Her sister—spirited like Winona but far more pretentious—was the last straw. He barked at Dylan, "Have security escort her out of the building. No appointment, no exceptions. She doesn't get within a foot of Solt Group." … In the dining room, the chef presented the usual, carefully prepared but bland meal Caleb had been eating for years. He picked up his cutlery, took a bite, and found it utterly unappetizing. His mind drifted, unbidden, to Winona and her love for spice. He remembered the time she deliberately ate hot wings in his pristine study. Her lips were swollen from the heat, sweat beading on her forehead, yet she still grinned and leaned in, insisting on kissing him. She had teased that he lived lik