There were no flowers, no chocolate, no bouquet of sexy toys… instead there was just a pink envelope sitting in the center of her desk. Olivia cocked her head at it as she walked around her desk to her seat, setting her purse down at her feet as she sat.

Pulling out the card, she raised her eyebrow at the sheepish looking donkey on the front of it. Flipping it open, she couldn’t help but snort when she read the inside message.

Sorry I was an ass.

Unlike the previous items he’d left on her desk, Luke had actually signed the card. She leaned back in her chair, looking at the simple message, tapping her finger against the side of the card.

The little smile on her face didn’t go away when someone knocked on her door about two minutes later.

“Come in,” she called. She knew before it opened that it would be him. Pulling a calm mask over her face, she pushed down her smile as he sauntered in.

Ooo, he’d dressed up for her.

He was still wearing jeans—and he looked good in jeans so she definitely wasn’t going to complain about that—but instead of his usual company t-shirt he was wearing a blue button-down shirt that brought out his eyes. The expression on his face almost matched that of the donkey’s.

“No flowers or chocolate?” she asked, letting just a hint of teasing enter her voice.

“No,” he said, shaking his head. He came forward, but didn’t sit down in his usual chair; instead he stood in front of the desk looking at her with a serious expression. “Flowers and chocolates don’t make up for anything. Besides, I wouldn’t want you to start thinking I’d screwed up every time you saw a present from me.”

“Well that’s good, because I didn’t get you anything and I screwed up too,” she said, her smile turning apologetic.

“Oh yeah?” he leaned against her desk, half-sitting on it. With some men it might have seemed like they were trying to loom; with Luke, somehow it was clear he was just trying to get closer to her.

He didn’t seem angry. But she still needed to apologize.

“I overreacted and I did know you weren’t trying to use your position as owner of Marquis against me,” she admitted, feeling another twinge of guilt. He smiled at her though, looking both relieved and satisfied but not smug. Man she liked him. “I’ve had a lot of pent-up frustration and I took it out on you, I’m sorry.”

“I’ve had a lot of pent-up frustration too, and I think I did the exact same thing,” he replied easily. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have questioned your commitment to your safety or tried to push you just because I was frustrated.”