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Sunflower

“I would say ‘how nice it is for you to drop by,’ but we both know that would be a lie because you have never dropped by.”

“You haven’t been accepting my calls,” Genevieve said as she slowly slid her designer brand sunglasses from her face. Thea entered the room, drawn in by the conversation, and she fixed an icy glare on Thea. She took note of the half-buttoned dress shirt that was obviously Mason’s as understanding dawned on her. “And now I know why.” Genevieve carefully folded her sunglasses and stowed them away in her purse, the unspoken accusation lingering in the air.

Mason felt a heavy fatigue in her presence, a thick cloud of exhaustion that he could almost taste on his tongue. “I’m having the perfect morning,” he said with a weary sigh. “Please don’t ruin it.”

“I can see that,”