Tessa tore her eyes from the power statement that was Rand's business domain, gathered her wits, and said, "I'd like to see Rand Fielding, please." She couldn't wait to get out of there. The woman behind the granite counter looked stunned. Tessa guessed it wasn't every day someone dropped by to see him, wearing jeans and a baseball cap. Tough. She was here. Rand was somewhere behind that stainless steel wall, and she wasn't leaving until she sorted out Licks' life. Tessa gave the woman credit—her corporate smile barely slipped. "You have an appointment?" "No, but I have his pup." Tessa smiled sweetly. "But if Mr. Fielding's busy, I'm happy to wait." She took a seat on one of the leather sofas and settled in. She glanced at the art-on-the-floor carpet, a plush black and white wool, no doubt worth a small fortune. "But tell him I can't guarantee the pup's bladder, so it might be a good idea for him to see me sooner rather than later." After a slight hesitation, the receptionist picked up the phone and whispered something into it Tessa couldn't hear.
