Hearts of Gold
He knew she’d be home working, her design project already past due, and would be at her desk, no more than a foot away from the fax machine when it buzzed to life. ‘Downstairs, in the pantry, on the top shelf you can never reach,’ the handwritten note read. ‘You’ll need the small ladder. Be careful. Bring the ribboned box upstairs and await further instructions.’ * * * He had missed too many special occasions, too many romantic dinners had been spoiled by meetings, airplanes, ringing...