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Chapter Eight

Gwen

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The doorbell rang causingme to pop my head up from the pile of papers my mother had laid out on the table.

After a whole lot of convincing, she finally let me take a look at the lien issue her and my father were having.

My mother stood up, ready to go answer the front door. “Let me get—”

“I'll get it, “ my brother called out as he came down the hall.

“Never mind,” my mother said, sitting back down. “So, can you see the problem?”

It was hard to focus on what I was doing. All that was on my mind was Yuri and how good it felt being with him again.

“Not yet, I just started.” Scanning one of the papers, I read the highlights, doing my best to see where the lien had come from.

I was hoping the answer would be kind and jump out at me. This wasn't the type of stuff I was used to looking over. Most of the paperwork that landed on my desk involved a trademark logo or phrase that a company wanted to protect.

“Looks like someone has an admirer.” Tyler walked into the kitchen, holding a giant bouquet of yellow roses.

“How pretty.” Standing up, my mother reached out for the flowers.

“Uh uh, not for you.” Passing them in my direction, my brother smiled.

“Me?”

“You are Gwen Lieheart, right?” Jiggling the flowers, he said, “Take them already, they're actually heavier than they look.”

“You're showing your age, you know that?” Grabbing the bundle, I started laughing. “Weakling.”

“Don't start, I'll drop your ass right here, I don't care if I'm suppose to be a responsible adult.”

Sticking my tongue out at him, I plucked the card off the bouquet, and started to open it, unsure who the hell would have sent me flowers. The thought crossed my mind that maybe they were from my boss for winning the Greenier case right before I left to come home.