EMMETT
I watched as she took every inch of my office until her eyes went behind me.
Her eyes grew slightly with the recollection of the painting. It was one of her favourite paintings back then, but I had to have it.
"It brings the office beautifully, doesn't it?" I said, making Lena look back at me with a smile.
"It sure does," she said as she got comfy in the seat. She places the notebook that she was holding on the table by the side and looks back at me.
Looking toward my desk, and in front of me is her plate. I motioned it to her when I met her eyes. "Eat," I said. "I will explain what your surprise is."
Lean moved closer to the desk and picked up the bowl. I had the chef make her favourite pasta dish—carbonara. Her eyes went to the bowl and returned to me with a smile. "My favou
