“What’s this?” I asked, taking it. I flipped it over in my hand. It was a single dose of Imodium. “Just in case,” he said. “How did you…” “Do you really want to talk about it?” Derek asked, his eyes on the road. “God, no!” I was humiliated. Humbled. And something else. “You can trust me, Emily Stanton, formidable boss, beautiful billionaire, and real live human being.” It wasn’t flowers or a love note but diarrheal medicine that made my heart do a slow, inevitable flip-flop in my chest.
