Chapter 22
Alexa“Hey, Alexa. You have a delivery up at the front desk. Reee-ally nice.” Holly’s envy stretched her words.
I dropped my office phone back into its cradle and plodded to the gym’s check-in desk. At reception sat a vase of roses so dark, they looked tinged with black.
I grinned. Maybe Graham knew he’d been a pig and was sending apology flowers. Should I call him or make him sweat? I landed on making him sweat until at least the afternoon before calling him to thank him.
I pulled the vase toward me, out of Holly’s grasp. “Thanks.”
“Do you need help? It’s a giant vase.”
“No. I got it,” I replied and floated back to my desk.
I had to dig through the foliage and baby’s breath to locate the pearlescent envelope bearing my name. Flipping it over, I tore it open.
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