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.” She cut her eyes to me. “Steak is the way to my heart, and I was a broke college graduate. I didn’t say no. Slowly but surely, he wore me down. Popping with flowers he picked in the fields. Teaching me how to ride. Taking me on horseback rides when the day was done. Leaving me little notes on my desk.”
