Page 60 of A Fighter’s Love

Jenny was aware of her mouth hanging open. They were beautiful. Were they really for her?

“What the…?” Billy stood straight and glared at them as if they were poisonous. “Who the hell are they from?”

“I don’t know, do I? I haven’t read the card.” She stood.

“Here you go, Miss.” The deliveryman handed her a small pink envelope.

Jenny was aware of a tremor in her fingers as she slipped it open. Before pulling it out she glanced around the office. All eyes were on her. Billy was staring at her, his fists clenched and Tristan had appeared in his office doorway. He had a frown etched into his brow, though it was deeper than usual and his attention appeared to be directly on Billy.

She opened the card.

Babe

Thought these would brighten your day at the office.

See you later.

D, J. xxxxxxx

She read it twice. Dale and Jackson had sent her flowers—stunning, extravagant, exquisite flowers.

“Give me that.” Billy snatched the card from her hand.

“Hey.” She tried to grab it back but he held it aloft and read it. “Billy, that’s private.

“Babe! See you later.” He glared at her. “Who the hell is D, J?”

“It’s none of your business.”

“It’s all of my business.” He threw the card onto the table where it landed on her keyboard. “Some shithead is sending you flowers. I want to know who.”

“As I’ve said many times.” She tapped the side of her head. “But it’s not getting through your thick skull. We’re finished. Over. Finito. Now get out of here.”

“I suggest you listen to the lady.” Tristan stepped up behind Billy, his arms folded over his neat black suit jacket. He was easily as tall as Billy, but not as wide.

Billy turned, a scowl in place. “Who the hell are you?”

“I’m Tristan Wainwright.” He nodded at the huge brass plaque on the wall withWainwright & Bramonengraved into it.

Billy huffed. “Ah, you’re one of them.”

“I am and as this is private property,myproperty, I’m asking you to leave the premises.” Tristan tipped his chin.

Jenny’s heart was thudding. Involving one of her bosses in the sorry mess that was Billy really wasn’t something she’d ever wanted to do. A humiliating heat spread over her chest and up her neck.

Just go, Billy. Just go.

Billy clacked his jaw, as though chewing gum, and lazily swept his gaze over Tristan as if checking him out as a sparring partner.

“Billy, do as he says,” Jenny said. “Please. I’ll see you later.”

Billy swung his attention to her, then the flowers. “Yeah, you better be there.” He turned and stomped toward the elevator.

As suddenly as he’d appeared, he’d gone.

Jenny let out a breath and sat heavily.

“Shall I…put these here? On the desk?” the deliveryman asked. His face was a fraction paler now than it had been.

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