Maybe the flowers were too many… Mateo paces the floor of his office before staring out the window. Knowing Maggie, she would have at least called to thank him by now, unless they hadn’t been delivered yet.
Does he call to find out where they are? Oh GOD, he sounds like a damn love-sick teenager! He sits down behind his desk and glares at the financial graphs in front of him. Concentrating is impossible! He needs to know if she got them, and he jumps up from his chair, grabs his keys, and tells his receptionist that he’s going out!
“Sir! Your appointment with the city planner is in fifteen minutes. He will probably arrive at any moment.” The poor girl looks absolutely petrified, and Mateo sighs. He shouldn’t miss this damn appointment after everything he had been through to get this tend
