Happy Valentine s Day
‘Yes, two dozen roses. No, I don’t need em delivered: I’ll pick em up. OK. Bye.’ Brad ended the call and slipped his cell back into its holder. The lanky blonde stared up at him from where she was sitting on the expensive, Italian leather sofa. ‘You’re such the helpless romantic,’ she cooed. ‘Hopeless: I’m a hopeless romantic, honey,’ he corrected. ‘You’re hopeless, all right!’ she agreed. Brad looked at his watch. ‘I gotta go. Have a great day, hun.’ He leaned over and gave her a warm...