Chapter 67
- When Clark brought the flowers to their table, Thalassa stiffened, wondering what the hell he was doing.
- “Here,” Clark beamed, extending the bouquet to her. “These were supposed to come much earlier to your office, but there was a delay. I hope you like them. I know they’re your favorite.”
- Thalassa smiled nervously as she stared at the flowers. “Really? How did you know?”