Chapter 27

“Just a second, sweetheart. Gregor has something.”

“It’s from a florist, Portia,” I heard over the phone. “Who’s sending you flowers?”

“If it’s not you, dear one, then I have no idea. Hold on, please, Quinton.”

“Of course, Mother.”

I could hear the rustling of paper and then, “Oh! How lovely! Coral roses and an embossed silver vase! Here’s wishing you both many years of happiness. All my best… Oh, how thoughtful. They’re from Mark. I must send him a thank you note.”

It was thoughtful, and while I was touched that my lover would do something like that, I wasn’t surprised.

“It’s a damned good thing they aren’t red roses.” Gregor didn’t sound too happy. “I’ll go put the flowers in the vase.”

“Thank you, Gregor.”

“And then we have to go!”

“Sweetheart—”

“I heard him. I’ll have to go too. I want Janet to schedule an appointment with Bram, and then I’ll need to make sure I leave everything in order for her. Is there anything you want me to pick up for you?”