Chapter Four
“They spent Day One busting me down.”
It was Tuesday night and Roy had showed up with a bouquet of dahlias, take-out Chinese, and a pint of Ben & Jerry’s Cherry Garcia—announcing “Authentic Vermont ice cream” as he’d pulled it out—just on the chance of her being in the building and having a free moment. Sienna forgave him every one of her evil thoughts from the prior night, told her secretary to shuffle her schedule for an hour, and closed her office door against the outside world.
The Chinese food had cooled off halfway, and tasted fantastic. The ice cream had warmed just enough that it didn’t break the plastic spoon as she kept dipping into it. The flowers kept drawing her eyes almost as often as Roy’s strong face. It was so expressive. And somehow it had been transformed
