Page 152 of Blind Prophet

First thing.

Me

Yes, I’m smiling again. Carrying my phone, I walk to the back of the house to change into pajamas. I’d planned on ordering in, depending on what time he got in this evening and what he was in the mood for. I’m not that hungry after snacking at the office. Perhaps I’ll eat cereal.

Me

Any update from Bedrock?

Dorian

It’s been suggested that I step down from the chairman role during the investigation. I plan to comply.

Me

You okay with that?

While the mass media may not have picked up on all the nuances of recent events, those in the financial world are quite aware, and, as Cromwell intended, the reports inflicted damage to the Moore name and reputation.

Dorian

I am. My time has recently become more valuable.

I grin and set the phone down on the bed. I change into a silk chemise and pull on a silk robe, then slip on fuzzy slippers. Maybe I’ll curl up with a good book and a glass of wine.

Light flashes on my phone screen, and I step back to the bed to read the screen.

Dorian

I miss you.

I pick up the phone, smiling from a happiness that emanates from deep within, bursting through with the warmth of the sun on a summer day.

Me

Miss you, too.

I pause, staring at the screen, my finger hovering over the send button. I take a deep breath and type.

Me

I love you.

Dorian

Go to your front door.

I grin and head down the hallway, approaching the front door that opens directly into the living area.

What did he send? Flowers?

He sent flowers this week to the office and to my home address. The silk chemise I’m wearing is one he sent, along with a small circular framed selfie of us in Boston. We’d taken the photo right after he proposed, and I said yes. The photo now sits on my desk at the office, and, while I’ll always treasure the memory, the radiating joy that somehow comes through in our smiles is contagious.

I swing the wooden door open.

“Dorian!”

“Surprise.” He grins, quite pleased with himself.

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