“For helping me get through the darkness seven years ago.” I point at the contract on my desk. “And for helping make my dreams come true.”
She pats my cheek. “I’d do it all again in a heartbeat. I know it hasn’t been easy, Case.”
“Loss never is.”
She contemplates my words. “Grief runs on its own schedule. I get the sense that you’re edging toward brighter days.”
Before I can say anything in response, her hand is in the air. “I’m not saying that you’ll ever stop grieving, but you’re turning a corner. I can see it, and nothing could make me happier.”
“I am turning a corner,” I affirm with a nod. “I have someone special to thank for that.”
“I think I know who.” She presses a finger to her lips. “I’m bound by client and lawyer privilege. No one will get those details out of me, not even Drake.”
I raise a brow in response. “He’ll know soon enough.”
He will. I plan on telling my best friend that his sister owns my heart.
“Are you as surprised as I am that he’s marrying Jane?” She lets a laugh spill out of her. “I thought they hated each other.”
My brows perch together. “I have no fucking idea who Jane is.”
The laughter slows as her eyes skim my face. “You know Jane.”
“I don’t.” I shrug. “I’ve never met a Jane.”
Something shifts in her expression. “She was an intern at Cabbott, Case. It was years ago.”
“Seven years ago?” I question.
Her gaze drops. “I guess it was around that time, yes.”
“Shit.” I drag a hand through my hair. “Why don’t I remember her?”
“You had very little to do with her.” She rests a hand on my shoulder. “She was assigned to Drake. They couldn’t get along. She finally left after a couple of months.”
I try to drag up a memory of Jane, but I come up blank. Grief might be to blame for that, but it’s no excuse.
“She stopped in last fall to see Drake to apologize for giving him a hard time.” A smile tugs on the corners of her lips. “It wasn’t love at first sight, but there was something there. You know what they say about there being a fine line between love and hate.”
“Does he seem happy?”
“Happier than I’ve ever seen him.” She drops her hand in front of her. “Almost as happy as you are.”
I’ll be happier if things go my way tonight.
“Have a copy of the contract sent to my apartment.” I adjust my suit jacket. “Seal the envelope. I don’t want the doorman getting his eyes on it.”
“Done.” She nods. “Anything else?”
“Take the rest of the day off.” I surprise both of us with that statement.
“That I can do.” She sets off out of my office with a spring in her step.
I look down at my phone. I type in the name of the bakery Emma loves into the search bar.
Sweet Bluebells is on the Upper West Side.
I’ll head there, grab two red velvet cupcakes, and then make my way to the apartment.
