Chapter 10
M arcus
“You want me to do what?” Lynette gapes at me, her round tortoise-shell glasses sliding down her long nose.
“I want you to send flowers and some cat food to the address I emailed you,” I repeat, frowning at my assistant. “Is that a problem?”
“No, of course not.” Lynette quickly regroups, her professional mask falling into place. “Do you have a preference when it comes to the type of flowers and the brand of the, um… cat food?”
“Roses—pink and white,” I say. “At least a dozen of each. No, make that two dozen of each. As far as cat food, I don’t know. What do cats like?”
“Depends on the cat, I think,” Lynette says, sounding more like her efficient self. “Some owners feed their cats only wet canned food; others do a mix of wet and dry. Do you happen to know about the cat in question?”
“Cats, plural,” I correct. “And no, I don’t. Why don’t you do this? Get a variety of cat food brands, both wet and dry, and send them with the flowers. I’ll email you the note to add.”
“Okay, I’m on it.” Lynette turns her attention to her monitor, her long fingers flying over her keyboard. I have no doubt she’s going to send the best cat food and the freshest flowers money can buy. Lynette knows my predilection for high-quality products.
I like the best in all things, and I don’t accept compromises.
Speaking of the best… I glance at my watch. No, it’s still too early for Emmeline’s flight to have landed. Pulling out my phone, I set a reminder to call her later this afternoon and head toward my office.
I have five meetings and two dozen research reports to get through before lunch, but all I can think about is Emma.
Fuck. I’ll have to make sure I have my redheaded dessert this week, so I can forget her and move on with my life.