Page 107 of A Home for Harmony

She finished a few things for work, then changed and went to meet Micah for lunch. She was going to his office again and hadn’t been there since the one time.

Now people knew he had a girlfriend, so she wondered how this would work out.

He told her to come here, so he must not care.

She parked and got out, then went to the front desk.

“Hi, I’m here for Micah.”

“Can I get your name?”

“Harmony James. He’s expecting me.”

“Yes, he said you were coming. Let me get you a visitor pass to put on and just sign here.”

She hadn’t done that last time she was here and wondered why. Maybe because Micah came out to get her himself.

Harmony signed her name and put the badge on and then the woman came around and opened the door.

She followed along without saying a word. There were some heads turning and she wondered if they knew she was coming. Brooks saw her and lifted his hand for a wave.

When she got to Micah’s office, he was sitting down working on his computer.

“Hey,” he said. “Come in. Thanks, Candy.”

“I didn’t know I was getting a personal escort,” Harmony said, laughing.

“I just got off a call. I thought I’d still be on it and told her a few minutes ago to bring you back.”

“A lot of people were watching me walk in. Was I imagining that?”

“No,” he said. “When I went to tell Candy, I said you were my girlfriend. I’m sure it made the rounds.”

“That might be the best gift ever,” she said, moving over to give him a hug. “Do I get a birthday kiss?”

“You do,” he said, smiling.

She found it sweet that he’d had no problem stating she was his girlfriend at work.

“It’s been a great day so far. Erica gave me a birthday muffin and made my coffee. I got a bunch of flowers. From the Bloom sisters, my father, and then I think from you, but they forgot your name on the card.”

He frowned. “I didn’t send you flowers.”

Her smile dropped. “You didn’t?”

“No,” he said. “There was no name on it?”

“It saidhappy flowers for the happiness you brought to my life. I thought it was you.”

He was shaking his head. “Nope. I’m not a flower person. Did you check with any of your friends?”

“No,” she said. “I don’t have that many. Not like you think. And very few know my address.”

“Why did you just pale, Harmony? What happened?”

“Nothing,” she said.

He closed his door. “Something is going on. I want to know what it is. I’m not an idiot. Maybe you wanting to learn to fire a gun triggered it, but my mind has been racing.”