“I’m fine. Please go to work.”

I heard the front door open and I looked at Giana. “Are you expecting someone?”

She smiled as a tall and ruggedly handsome-looking man walked into the kitchen.

“Good morning, darling.” He kissed her cheek and then turned and looked at me. “And you must be Gabby.” He smiled as he held out his hand.

“And you must be?”

“Donovan Holms.”

I lightly shook his hand and looked over at Giana as she poured him a cup of coffee.

“Donovan and I work together.” She smiled.

“Do your coworkers just randomly show up at your apartment so early in the morning?”

“Only the hot and sexy ones.” She grinned as she kissed his cheek.

I sat there confused because she had never mentioned anyone named Donovan before. I took one bite of my pancakes and pushed the plate away.

“Listen, the gala for the American Cancer Society is tonight and you’re going.”

“G, no. I don’t want to go anywhere. I’m not up to it.”

“Yes, you are, and I don’t want to hear another word about it. I’ll make you a deal. If you go tonight, then I promise I won’t make you do anything else. If you want to stay locked up here for the next month, I won’t object.”

“I don’t have a dress,” I said.

“I have a closet full of dresses for you to choose from. Some still with the tags on them. I know you’re hurting really bad right now, but you have to pick yourself up and move on. At least for tonight.”

I sighed. “I’d be a third wheel.”

Donovan looked at me and smiled. “Giana and I aren’t going together to the gala, so you wouldn’t be third wheel. But you two would be the most beautiful women there.”

I looked down in embarrassment. I was far from beautiful and nobody could tell me otherwise.

“I have to go to the office, darling. I’ll see you later tonight.” He winked.

As I sat there sipping my coffee, I watched her blue eyes dance as he walked away.

“Were you ever going to tell me about him?” I asked.

“Eventually. I needed to see where it was going first. I think I’m falling in love with him.” She smiled brightly.

“Do you think it’s a good idea to mix work and pleasure?”

“I don’t know. I guess we’ll find out.”

“Is he a lawyer? How old is he?”

“Yes, he is a lawyer and he’s thirty-five. There’s only one problem.” She pouted.

“What’s that?” I cocked my head.

“He’s married.”

I spit out my coffee. “What?! Giana!”

“This is why I didn’t tell you about him to begin with. He said his marriage has been over for almost a year. He and his wife don’t have sex and she’s a bitch.”