Chapter 1 The clock on the microwave in Brent’s condo read 10:55 am. Amelia’s resolve was disappearing faster than foam at high tide. He’d promised to take her to Guaymas for breakfast. Amelia drummed her fingernails on her bare skin. If Brent wasn’t back in five more minutes, she was going to breakfast without him. The aromas from El Mar de Cortez, the condominium’s onsite restaurant, wafted through his open window, and her stomach protested in hunger. That did it. No more waiting! Amelia stormed back to her own condo to grab her wallet. If it hadn’t been for the merger of their tech companies and the fact she was…