Chapter 52
Allen
The moment I shut Hope’s office door behind us, she starts in.
“Allen,” she says in her best I-am-exasperated tone, “what are you doing? I’ve known you for over thirty years, and not once have I seen you mix business and personal, until now.”
“I’m aware,” I retort. “But she’s different.”
Hope sighs.
“Look. I get it. I really do,” she says softly as she watches my expression. “I’m just worried about you.”
“I know, and I appreciate it, Hope,” I tell her. “But for the first time since Mary died, I feel whole again.”
Her eyebrows raise. “That serious, huh.”
“That serious.”
She walks across the space to me and puts a hand on my arm.
“Then I am happy for you,” Hope says, and the smile on her face tells me that her words are sincere.
“Are you done lecturing me?” I tea
