Page 64 of Fierce-Zander

It’d been a few weeks that she and Zander were dating and they were making it work better than she thought they could.

Sure, they were both busy with their careers, but the fact they were next door to each other was nice, even if they didn’t see each other much.

No one knew they were dating. At least Miles and Betsy weren’t aware, that she knew of. She hadn’t talked to her parents or brother much and wasn’t one to offer that information up this soon either.

“Come in,” she said when she heard a knock at her office door. It could only be Miles.

“Are you holding out on me?”

There was a vase of flowers in his hands. Pretty fall colors and blossoms that she didn’t know the names of.

“No,” she said. “Are you sure those aren’t for you?”

“I had hoped, but your name is on the card.”

She smiled. She didn’t picture Zander as the type to send flowers, but maybe she was wrong.

She’d gotten them before from clients in the past too so she wasn’t jumping the gun and saying anything before she had to.

“Are you still on the hook with two guys?” she asked Miles. Last she knew he was texting with them both and had only one date with them each. That was a lot slower than she was moving and that was saying a lot.

“I am,” Miles said. “I think they are both slapping me in the friends category. When they mention getting together it’s with groups of friends.”

“Why not go?” she asked.

He set the flowers down and she lifted the envelope and opened it.

“Because I’m not always into a group environment when I want to meet someone. I’ve got plenty of friends and don’t need that much more in my life.”

She found the statement funny but could relate too. Sometimes the more people in your life, the more drama.

“Huh,” she said, looking at the card.

“What does it say?” Miles asked. He just reached for it and took it out of her hands. “Can’t wait to see you again. You’re the best, not to mention beautiful.There is no name. At first I might think it’s a client because I would hope you would have told me if you were seeing someone. And saying you're the best is a clue because we know you are the best. But no client would say you were beautiful.”

“I have no idea who these could be from,” she said, frowning. If it was Zander, he might end the card with the words “in bed” after saying he couldn’t wait to see her again. And she would agree and laugh over it.

“This is odd,” Miles said. “And sort of creepy, don’t you think?”

“I do,” she said. She didn’t want to let Miles know her heart was racing. Miles could get worked up easily and be hard to calm down. It went back to when Kellen was a kid. She felt she had tobe the strong one to keep him grounded. She did the same with her clients and employees alike.

“Maybe see if Zander can figure it out,” Miles said. “It’s his job and all and you’ve been meeting with him in regards to Sophia. Nothing new there, right?”

Miles dropped Zander’s name every other sentence when he had the chance. It was getting harder to play dumb on this.

“Nothing that I’m aware of,” she said. “He’s got other clients, as I’m sure Betsy tells you. You’ve sent over everything that Sophia has given us. You know Betsy is doing some of the background work right now too.”

Miles sighed. “I know. I’m sure it’s going to be a dead end, and for Sophia’s case, I hope so. She’s a sweetheart. I don’t want her to be worried she is getting set up.”

Regan was starting to think that too but wouldn’t give her opinion and cloud any investigations going on.

“I’m sure Zander will find out anything there is and we’ll pass it on,” she said. “In the meantime, why don’t you go put these flowers out front, and if you wouldn’t mind calling the florist to see if they could give you the information on who sent them, I’d appreciate it.”

“You’re going to keep them?” Miles asked. “And of course I’ll call. I was going to whether you told me to or not.”

She smiled over that, figuring he’d want to know. “I’m not sure what to do with them,” she said. “But I don’t want them in my office not knowing who they are from. Maybe it’s just an awkward compliment from a client, but I will keep my eyes open for any signs if the florist is of no help.”

“Hang on while I call.”

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