Chapter Seven
“Hello, hello,” a voice called out. A delivery man stood in the center of the gallery’s main floor with a large bouquet of flowers in hand.
“What do you want?” Evan called down from the balcony.
“Liza Morning?”
“I’m here,” Liza answered, greeting the delivery man.
Evan’s piqued face paled when he saw the flowers. “Who in the hell would be sending you flowers?” He scooted downstairs.
“My God, I don’t know.” Liza said. “Apparently not you!”
“Lunch. 12:00, Friday. I’ll pick you up, no surprises. Nathan “
It was Thursday.
“Who is it?” Evan asked, sauntering to Liza’s side.
“Nathan Hawke,” she answered mindlessly, still studying the card.
“What?”
“Nathan Hawke.”
“Sending you flowers?” He pulled the card from her hand.
“Oh, are you jealous?” Liza peered at his nonplus
