Chapter 4

When the men are done, Mathews turns to me at the door, ushering his man out, and gives me a paternal, warm, sympathetic smile.

“Miss. Anderson, Mr. Carrero asked me to give you this.” His steady gaze takes in the flicker of emotions across my face as he holds out the long slender cream envelope with my name on the front and Jake’s achingly bold and beautiful handwritten script. My heart pangs and contracts at the sight of it. I instantly bite my lip to quell the tears. The heavy swallowing to calm my emotions doesn’t go unnoticed. He gives me a sympathetic look, sliding the envelope into my palm with a brief pat on my shoulder and a nod.

“He loves you, ma’am. Men are idiots when it comes to love and relationships. We all make mistakes. Just don’t dismiss all you have without really thinking things through. You are his universe, Miss. Anderson.”

An interesting observation from a man who sees so much and yet is only a mere brief presence in our lives.

He smile