Lyra didn't care in the slightest about Victoria's opinions.
When she got back from her meeting, the receptionist stopped her again. Another massive bouquet of flowers had been delivered. Frowning, Lyra reluctantly took the arrangement.
"The next time someone sends flowers, find out exactly who it's from. If they won't give a name, reject the delivery and send it right back."
A few days later, after work, Lyra was riding home in Caleb's car. His phone buzzed—the caller ID read Rowan.
Lyra shot him a sharp look.
Caleb caught her gaze.
When he answered, Rowan's deep voice came through the speaker, asking him out for drinks.
Lyra vigorously shook Caleb's arm, mouthing at him to say no.
Caleb agreed to the plans anyway.
The moment he hung up, Lyra scowled. "What was that about?"
"Why are you suddenly in contact with Rowan?"
"I didn't reach out to him," Caleb replied. "That was the first time he's ever called me."
Caleb checked the time and glanced at her. "Wanna come with?"
"Hell no."
Lyra rejected the offer instantly. "And you shouldn't go either."
Keeping his eyes on the road, Caleb smiled faintly. "Can't do that. He reached out personally. There might be an opportunity on the table, otherwise he wouldn't just call out of the blue."
Frustration bubbled in Lyra's chest. "You two aren't even friends! Just make up an excuse. Tell him you need to go home to your wife. Kayla is five months pregnant, for God's sake."
Caleb stared straight ahead and offered a casual, "It's business networking. You wouldn't understand."

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