Chapter Sixteen
I’ve dreamed about it for so long I couldn’t believe it when Diane on Reception called up to tell me a Flynn Gifford wanted to see me. I’ve spent the last few months getting over him. Or trying to, anyway.
I can’t hide the surprised cynicism in my voice as he tries to explain. His appearance is so different, but beneath the suit and the haircut he’s the same Flynn. The guy with the startling eyes and the cheeky smile who saved me when I was lost and then deserted me when I needed him the most.
“Prison? Jesus.” I tap my fingers on the desk. “No wonder you didn’t contact me.”
“Oh, Carrie, I’m sorry. I was a bastard. I couldn’t think straight. Inside, I was given the help I needed, and trust me, you were on my mind, but Christ, a convict can’t just send messages to a CEO,
