But it wasn’t.
I twirled my ring, glaring at the bauble as my stomach continued to churn. Why was this so difficult?
Work.
That’s what I needed, to immerse myself in work. I’d feel better at some point. A few days. Maybe a year.
I turned to my laptop, the empty wall across from my desk catching my eye. Maybe at some point I’d purchase another neon sign, just to bring everything back to the way it was before…
B.C.
Before Christian.
With a smile on my face, I turned to the schedule. Before I knew it, a full thirty minutes had passed.
Suddenly, my door was flung open, Amelia rushing inside. I heard noise and immediately bristled.
“What is going on out there?”
She stared at me wide-eyed. “A delivery service that refuses to go away. We didn’t order anything. Did we?”
“Maybe some office supplies. Just tell them to leave it in the reception area.”
“I tried.” She wiped her face, shaking her head as she did.
Hold on. Did I see a twinkle in her eyes?
“What is really going on, Amelia? Confess or else.”
“Nothing. Just some unruly men.” As if to prove her point, two men dressed in uniforms burst into the room carrying a huge box.
“What is this and who the hell are you and why do you think you can just bust in unwanted?” I was on my feet, snarling in a way that allowed me to release some of the rage and irritation I felt at the entire world.
They said nothing, immediately beginning to unbox whatever they’d brought.
I glanced at Amelia. Oh, no, she was not trying to hide a smile.
“What did you do?” My demand had a lilt to it.
“Me? Nothing. This was very unexpected. Very.”
“You’re a terrible liar. Who sent this?” Another demand the men ignored.
They were quick in their actions, unboxing the item within two minutes. Whatever it had remained wrapped in foam, but it didn’t take them long to lift and push the huge piece against the wall.
Now I was curious, moving from around my desk. For some reason, I was nervous.
The men pulled out drills and fasteners like lightning. Maybe three minutes later they unveiled the piece.
“What the…”
Another loud bang occurred from the reception area.
“Let me see what that is,” Amelia chirped and rushed from the scene of the crime.
The two men stood back, turning to me as if seeking approval.
I couldn’t react right away, the incredible neon sign a creation of beauty. Not only did it have the Perfect Pairing name in the same script I’d used, but there was an incredible, well-lit depiction of Miami as a background.
