Derek paused momentarily to smile at him. “When haven’t I?”
* * * *
“Mr. Clarke.” The man seated at a large desk in a well-appointed office stood, offering his hand, when the receptionist ushered Derek into the room.
“Mr. Horne,” Derek replied as they shook hands. When Mr. Horne gestured to the chair beside the desk, Derek sat.
“Thank you for coming so promptly,” Mr. Horne said. “As you may well imagine, this whole thing with Paige has me and my wife at sixes-and-sevens. Paige refuses to believe Leon is stalking her, despite the fact he’s sent her flowers and cards on numerous occasions, and seems to show up almost everywhere she goes when she’s out in public.”
“You said when you called that she thinks he’s trying to win her back. Why did they break up in the first place?”
“Technically, they didn’t, since she was going out with two other young men, as well.” Mr. Horne shrugged. “She’s in high school, or was, and wasn’t ready to settle on just one boy.”