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A smirk plays on his lips as he wraps his fingers around mine. “Anytime.” I get the impression he enjoyed this as much as I did.
I glance over at my father as I stalk towards the exit. “C U Next Tuesday.”
“What’s next Tuesday?” his lawyer asks him confused.
Logan briefly chuckles before clearing his throat and saying, “I think my client just called your client a cunt.”
Damn right I did.
Delilah would be proud.
Despite the clusterfuck I just had to sit through, I grin all the way to the elevator.
Chapter 25
Delilah
Thursday morning, I woke to a text from my mother. I wasn’t expecting to hear from her today considering how strained things are between me and my family right now, but deep down, I was hoping to.
Mum: Good morning, Delilah. Wishing you the happiest birthday, sweet daughter. I hope your day is as special as you are. I have a present waiting for you at home. Hopefully, I’ll get to see you soon so I can give it to you. Love Mum xxx
Her message has my day starting with a pep in my step. That pep only gets peppier when I enter the kitchen to retrieve my packed lunch—last night’s leftovers—from the fridge. Because sitting on the island is a propped-up envelope that has my name scrawled across the front.
I open it and find a birthday card inside. How did he know it was my birthday today?
Although what’s written inside is generic at best, I still find a lump rising to my throat as I read it.
To Delilah,
Happy Birthday.
From Spencer.
I’m touched that he not only took the time but thought enough of me to do this. Inside is a thousand-dollar gift certificate for a day spa. It is way too much, but given the pampered lifestyle he is used to, in his eyes maybe it isn’t.
Me: Thank you for my card and the gift certificate. It was very thoughtful of you. Can I ask how you knew it was my birthday though?
Spencer: You’re welcome. I wasn’t sure what to get you. Obviously, flowers were out of the question! My first thoughts were a pair of roller skates, a hula-hoop, a Barbie doll, or maybe a skipping rope, given your youth. But then I realised in ten short years you’ll be over the hill like me, so I ended up going for a more grown-up gift.
Spencer: And I knew it was your birthday because you work for me remember?
He’s typically a serious person and laser focused on his company, so I cherish the moments when he lets his guard down and allows his playful side to shine through.
Me: Hah. Very funny! But I do appreciate the more grown-up gift. You should consider getting a massage sometime; you’ll probably find it will do your weary old bones the world of good. And does your company have some kind of employee birthday database?
Spencer: My bones are neither old nor weary. And no to the database. I remember you telling me the first night we met that your birthday was approaching, so I made a note of the date when you filled in your employee details.
I hug my phone to my chest when I read his reply because his response means everything to me. Things may still be a little weird between us, but his thoughtful gesture means so much.
My day only continues to improve from there:
10 am – a dozen beautifully decorated cupcakes appear on my desk.
11:30 am – a colossal bunch of colourful helium balloons comes next, with the number twenty-two staked in the centre.
1 pm – a box of custom cookies is delivered.
3:15 pm – a tray of assorted handmade chocolates arrives.
