Sage POV
I carefully put the single rose in a vase of water, glancing at it longingly. I was touched by the sentiment. The night with Wilson had been perfect, magical in fact. I was floating on air, humming lightly underneath my breath as I sat down to sketch. A knock on the door had me glancing up sharply, Sapphire walking in as though she owned the place, which I guess in retrospect she did. She was scowling.
"I haven't heard back from him" she snapped and I knew she meant Chase Callahan, the infamous playboy.
According to Sapphire, their date had gone reasonably well by all accounts. Still, she hadn't sounded as deliriously happy as I had felt when we left the restaurant or today when I had silently cleaned and gone about my business. I wondered why she was here in my room, wanting
