I look up at his handsome, bronzed face and I just fucking beam at him, because he’s in my office, and he’s brought me flowers, and I’m done trying to act cool around him. ‘When Genevieve Carew gives me a smile like that,’ he says softly, dumping the beautiful bouquet unceremoniously on a side table and closing the gap between us, ‘it makes me think I must have done something right in my life.’
