Cane's POV
I got to my office and fell into my chair. My brain wouldn't shut off. It kept playing the same movie. Stephanie's face when I said yes to the ice cream. Her whole world just got better because of something so stupid and simple. And then she skipped. A grown woman was skipping like a child. It was so dumb. But I couldn't stop thinking about it.
I looked at the papers on my desk. But all I could see was her, so happy with that ice cream. A weird smile tried to sneak onto my face. I had to stop it. This was bad. Feeling soft about her was a mistake. She was trouble. I told myself that over and over.
But then I'd remember her saying "thank you," and the smile would be back. Why did it make me feel like this? It was just ice cream. It didn't fix any of our real problems. I rubbed my eyes, mad at myself. I needed to get my head straight.
There was a knock on the door. My secretary, Anna, looked in. "Mr. Cane? Someone is here to see you."
