Chapter 3
John locked his office and stepped into the nearly empty reception area. Empty, except for Cassie, who sat with her back to him, not moving. What the hell was she still doing here?
“The job’s so hard you have to work late?”
She jumped, then swiveled around in her chair.
“Oh! You startled me.”
“Who were you expecting?”
Her face was ashen. She held a white cardboard box gripped tightly in her hands. Sticking out from the opening was a cheap vase with a half dozen pink roses.
“Who are those from?”
“They were delivered. No card.”
John shrugged. “Estelle orders flowers to decorate the office. She hates for it to feel too clinical.”
She swung her gaze back toward the flowers. “He used to send pink roses to me.” Cassie slammed the box down on her desk and pushed it away. She b
