Page 102 of Sins of the Father

“Yep. Can you email the spreadsheets over for tomorrow’s nine o’clock meeting?”

“Sure. Harper seems nice.”

I try to control the smile forming on my lips. “She is.”

Shira smirks.

I spin and call out, “Don’t work too hard,” as I walk away. When I get outside, the flowers on the sidewalk from the florist down the street catch my eye. Ted has the door open, and I toss my laptop bag on the seat. “I’ll be right back.”

He nods and shuts the door.

It doesn’t take long to get to the florist’s, and I’m about to buy long-stemmed, red roses when I see green ones. They remind me of Harper’s eyes.

I ask the florist, “Are they dyed?”

“No, sir. They are unusual and are said to be the oldest rose.”

“That’s interesting. I’ll take two dozen, please.”

He wraps them in tissue paper, advises me to cut the ends, then put them in water, and use the packet of flower food as soon as possible.

When I go back outside, Ted has the car against the curb and is waiting for me.

I text Harper once I’m inside. “Are you home?”

“Yep.”

“How’s Hope?”

“She’s taking a nap.” She sends a picture of Hope, who’s passed out on her chest.

“Has she been asleep long?”

“Shortly after I got back. I should probably wake her soon. Also, Anna said she’d watch her tomorrow night.”

“Ugh. Don’t remind me about it.”

“Maybe it’ll be fun.”

“Doubt it.”

“Maybe we’ll have to make it fun.” She sends a video of herself waggling her eyebrows.

My dick stirs thinking about her visit to my office.

Hmm. Maybe it won’t be so bad since Harper is with me.

It’s Maximillion’s fundraiser. Any way you look at it is bad.

“So how fancy is this event?”

“Black tie. I need to get one of my tuxes from my place.”

Harper doesn’t reply.

“Should I stop at my place on my way, or do you want to get out of the penthouse for a bit tonight?”

“Let’s get out for a few hours. I’ll see you in a bit.”

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