I wasn’t surprised that our bedroom was empty. Aaron would be down in his office or working out. It was how he dealt with his anger. But I, for one, was too damn tired to go down there to continue our discussion from earlier. We’d just have to deal with it another time.

I laid down on my side of the bed, bringing my left hand to cover my abdomen.

“Your daddy will come around … Eventually.”

I hoped.

Chapter Eleven

Then

Deborah

Frowning, I stared at the black phone on my desk that I’d just hung up. The call had been with Cohen. He was canceling on our lunch date.

Again.

The truth was, his canceling on me was actually a good thing. It’d allow me time to get through the paperwork I needed to read before my late afternoon meeting. While I’d read through them all already, I didn’t see anything wrong with being overly prepared. Just as I plopped back down in my chair and opened the file, a knock sounded at my opened door.

I looked up, expecting to see my assistant asking if I wanted her to order my lunch in. She was good like that. But I was mistaken.

Instinctively, I shot up from my chair, eyes going wide at the side of Robert casually standing in my doorway, flowers in hand, a magnetic grin spread across his face.

“Hi,” I forced out, not knowing what else to say.

“Hi,” he responded, his dark eyes circling my office, pausing on my Stanford degree that I proudly displayed on the wall behind my desk. He entered my office, coming to a stop across from me.

“What are you doing here?” I racked my brain, trying to figure out if there was any possible way that the cosmetic company I worked for would be doing any work with Townsend Industries.

“Two reasons,” he responded. “One, to give you these.” He handed me the bouquet of long-stemmed, red roses.

They were absolutely gorgeous. I took the bouquet from his grasp, our fingers grazing one another’s. I didn’t miss the zap of electricity from that minor touch. Evidently, Robert didn’t either as his eyes narrowed on our hands, his jaw clenching and releasing.

“And two,” he began, his gaze coming back to my own, “to take you to lunch.”

I twisted my head, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion. “Lunch? You came over here to take me to lunch? Wait, how did you even find out I worked here?” I knew I didn’t give him the name of my employer when we literally bumped into one another at the Crown Jewel restaurant a week ago. I knew exactly how many days it’d been since we’d seen each other. Eight days. Because each day I took out his business card that I still hung on to and contemplated calling him but never did.

“I called around,” he stated casually, his eyes landing on me.

“Called around? What does that mean?”