wanted to get home and reflect upon what she’d done. Jenna had
felt guilty at first, but then realized she had nothing to feel regretful
about. Life was short. She knew better than anyone. She had to indulge in
things like she and Brady had, whenever she could.
Jenna
grimaced as she got down on her hands and knees and began to gather the
scattered papers. The broken picture frame. She’d have to buy a new one. Hopefully
the photo wasn’t damaged and she could just slip it into the replacement one.
“What
happened here?” Kym stood in the doorway.
“I
opened the window and a gust of wind took everything off the desk,” said Jenna.
Wow,
she’d thought of that in record time. Kym might wonder what she was doing
opening a window at this time of the year, but luckily she didn’t.
“You
need some help?” asked Kym.
“No,
that’s fine.”
“At
least let me get a garbage bag for that broken glass. Be careful not to cut
yourself.”
Jenna
stood and put the files back on her desk. It might take her the good part of
the morning to get everything resorted and papers back in their correct files.
Kym returned with the bag and held it open as Jenna carefully placed the shards
inside.
“Jenna,
your dad’s desk. It’s got some deep scratches on it.”
“Oh
yeah, I think that happened when Dad had one of his hunting trophies sitting on
it. That’s why I keep it covered most of the time.”
Even
for a lawyer the twisted truths rolled far too easily off her tongue.
Jenna
put the last of the folders on the desk. They weren’t especially heavy, but one
of the desk legs gave way and the desk fell to one side.
“Holy
cannoli, that wind must have been gale force,” said Kym.
Did she guess what
I did on top of it? Is she playing along and messing with me?
“You
want me to call a carpenter?” asked Kym.
“No,
that’s fine. I can do it.” Jenna sat down and grimaced again.
“You
okay?”
“I’m
fine. I think I have hemorrhoids so I might sit on a cushion for the rest of
the day.”
****
At
lunchtime Brady thought about calling Jenna but stopped himself. If he did that
then it would seem like they were dating. He was, however, curious if she got
his gift. No, not a romantic gesture, but replacement underwear for the ones
he’d ruined.
Well,
not exact replacements. He’d gone ahead and purchased something much better. At
least from his point of view. A touch selfish, but that’s sometimes what he had
to be.
He
tapped his fingers on his desk. He’d also had an invitation placed inside the
delivery.
It
wasn’t exactly asking her out, but it made perfect sense. She’d be attending
Ash and Chloe’s adoption party for Sophie, and he would be, too. It seemed
logical for them to ride together.
He
picked up his phone, itching to call her to see if she’d accept his invitation.
No, he wouldn’t do it. He’d learned at least one thing in business. When he
wanted someone to do something, it was in his best interest to make him or her come
to him, and not the other way around.
****
“This
just arrived for you,” said Kym, carrying in a box wrapped in floral paper.
“Have we missed your birthday or something?”
“Nope,
already had one of those this year.”
“There’s
a card on the top.”
Kym
placed it on Jenna’s desk which was propped up with two telephone directories.
Intrigued,
Jenna slid the card out from under the fold of the paper. Her name was written
on it, but she didn’t recognize the penmanship.
Kym
stood in the doorway. “Secret admirer?” she asked.
Jenna
opened the envelope and read the card inside.
Jenna, I’m a man
of my word. I said I’d buy you new underwear to compensate you for the ones I
ripped. Hope you like these, because I certainly do.
In fact, I’d like
to extend the invitation to accompany me to Sophie’s adoption party this
weekend and would be happy for you to wear some of the items you’ll find in
this box-B.
She
didn’t want Kym to see what was