I didn’t want to be some little wife at home, barefoot and pregnant. I had dreams of my own and I didn’t want someone who was tied to a piece of land.” “How did he take that?” Claire smiled. “He just nodded and said, ‘Yes, ma’am.’ And that was that. Or so I thought. The next day I showed up to work and he had a tablecloth over my desk. You know—the one you and Christian use now. It’s the same one. There were candles and flowers. He said we’d have a business meeting instead, then grilled me a steak.”
