Closing the door, Nick turned toward Vanessa, who was sitting in a chair across from his desk, biting off the top of a chocolate cupcake. He walked to the chair across from hers and sat down. “What possessed you to do this?”
“You’re not angry, are you?”
He shook his head. “Angry? No. Was I caught off guard – surprised? Yes.” And a few other things he did not want to name. “You didn’t answer my question, though.”
She licked her lips, catching a drop of frosting that had settled on her upper lip, and he wished he could do it for her.
“It occurred to me that you may not have celebrated your birthday very much when you were in boarding school and even when you were home, I figure it wasn’t looked upon as a joyous occasion by the father you had,” Vanessa stated. “And I also know that when
