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I ran my eyes over JoJo’s smooth face. She’d protected our daughter.
It had cost me time and precious memories.
But I couldn’t do anything about that. The past was done.
If I shut her out of my future, what did that mean for my relationship with Penelope?
And the bigger question . . . did I really want to live the rest of my life without her?
CHAPTERTHIRTY-ONE
JOJO
“There’sa message for you from Orem Foster.”
Lisa, Neil’s assistant, handed me a slip of recycled paper with his name and number. What did he want? He’d shut me down so fast about the property with the park full of homeless people, I didn’t think I’d ever hear from him again.
“Thank you. Anything else happening?” I glanced around Earth Warriors.
It was quiet. Lisa appeared to be the only one in the office this morning.
“Neil is meeting with a group who assists the local homeless. He’s vetting to see if they could be a potential partner for us as we move forward to tackle the problem.” She handed me a folder with Neil’s handwriting on the tab. “He wants you to review the organization too.”
“Will he be in today?”
“Before lunch if it doesn’t go well. After lunch if it does.”
I clutched the folder. “I’ll be in the conference room if you need me.”
“I left it set up for you in case you came in.”
Something aboutin case you came instruck me. Our work required flexibility and getting out on the front lines. Now that I was in New York on a . . . permanent . . . basis, did they expect me to be in the office consistently?
My instinct was to call Kane to get his opinion. He might not have many employees, but there was no doubt he was a leader.
I dug in my bag for my phone as I headed for the conference room. How quickly the little device had become a habit.
I dialed.Not too shabby for an old fart.I was inordinately proud of myself for being able to connect the call quickly and efficiently.
“Can’t stand to be away from me for half an hour?”
I stumbled at the bouquet of flowers on the conference room table. They were lilies, beautifully arranged in a vase.
“Don’t tell me you butt dialed me.”
“Excuse me?” I jolted back to the present.
“Butt dial. Even I know that term.”
I dropped my bag on the table, staring at the flowers. Had Kane sent them?
“I’m sorry I missed that one.”
A card stuck out from the arrangement. I reached for the small rectangle.
“Is it the banana pancakes? You want to rub in some more that I ate all of them and finished off yours too.”
I snickered. When he was like this . . . charming and irresistible . . . I couldn’t stop my heart from becoming a little more attached.
