Chapter 273

"Thank you for passing it on."

"And she knows you’re there and is just refusing to talk to her."

‘Anything else?’

"Er, that was pretty much it," Brianna lied. Well, she was hardly going to tell him that "just because he’s fabulous in bed, it doesn’t make up for the way he’s treated me." Though she did give him a rather edited version of the teary conclusion to the call. "She’d like you to call her—any time," Brianna emphasized. "Any time at all!" So…’ Noticing his empty hands, she raised her eyebrows. "Where are the forms?"

"In a filing cabinet." He gave an apologetic grimace. "Only I’m not sure which one..." but I will write you a check now...

"A check’s not much good to me at this time on a Friday." She didn’t want to stay another second. Another second, and she’d start crying; another second, and she’d crumple. The brave façade she was wearing so well was seriously falling apart—the hem unraveling along with the seams—so she hitched her bag on her shoulder and headed for the door.