She looked at the box sitting on her desk like it would hold all the answers. But it didn't. Two years she'd wasted with this man who couldn't even be bothered to show up for her. Who had made her question everything about herself, made her believe she wasn't good enough, wasn't sexy enough, wasn't woman enough. Dead wood. Reid had been the one to erase that feeling.
"It's not about the dinner, Mark. Do you really think everything is about you?" She raised an eyebrow at him.
"Then what is it about?"
She met his eyes. Saw the confusion there, the genuine bewilderment. He couldn't comprehend that she might have something more important than him to worry about. He really did believe he was God's gift to women. But her eyes were well and truly opened in more ways than one.
"My reason for h
