A Silken Thread - Brenda Jackson [46]
Now it was Wilson who reached across the table and patted his daughter’s hand. She sounded confident and he could tell she was happy. It was all over her face, in her voice. And he was happy for her and couldn’t wait for the day that he became the father of the bride.
He also couldn’t wait for the day he would get to see the mother of the groom again. But he wanted to talk to Rita long before then, and wished there was some way he could ask Erica for her phone number without her wondering why he wanted it.
He would be spending a few more hours with Erica, and hopefully before they parted ways today he would think of something.
Brian glanced around his new office. It was a lot more spacious than the one he’d had before and he had a beautiful view of the new stadium that was still under construction. But what really made it special was knowing this had once been his father’s office.
He drew in a deep breath, wondering how he could be so lucky. But then, luck, his grandmother would be quick to say, had nothing to do with it. It was all about blessings. Then in that case he definitely felt blessed.
He reached out and touched the potted plant that was sitting on his new desk. He wasn’t into flowers and greenery but he would be into this one. Erica had bought it while they had been out shopping on Saturday and said it would be easy to keep alive with little care. And then when they had come here Sunday night she had placed it on his desk just moments before they had officially christened this office. He couldn’t help but smile just remembering it.
He had promised to water the plant every day and to make sure it got plenty of sunlight. He would do all those things and whenever he looked at it, he would think of her.
He turned around when he heard a knock on his door. “Come in.”
Donna walked in, smiling. “So this is where you’ve moved to. I was hoping I would be able to join you in court again this week but I see they’ve changed your schedule now that you’ve made partner.”
He nodded and returned her smile and leaned against his desk. “Yes, I intend to keep most of my clients, but Roland is filling in for me this week while I attend several important meetings with Talbert and Minor.”
“I see.” She glanced around the office. “Nice. But you need a pretty plant in here.”
He glanced behind him at the plant sitting on his desk, figured she hadn’t seen it for him blocking her view and moved out of the way. “I have one already. See?”
She waved her hand in dismissal. “That little plant? I think I could do better.”
He frowned. “Excuse me? Erica picked it out for me and I like it just fine. Was there something you wanted?”
Ah hell, Donna thought. Evidently she’d pushed the wrong buttons. The damn ugly plant had sentimental value to him just because his fiancée had given it to him. She needed to leave, regroup and return another time, now that she knew what side of the bread he buttered. He was smitten with his fiancée, that was for sure.
“No, I really didn’t want anything, other than to say hello. I jogged by your house for the past couple of days and didn’t see you. I thought maybe you’d gone out of town.”
She would deliberately time it just right to make sure she jogged by when he was out collecting his morning paper. For the past four days his newspaper had still been in the yard when she’d jogged by.
“I slept later than I usually do. Erica was in town.”
She nodded. “Oh. I’m sure you were glad to see her.”
His smile widened. “I was.”
“Well, I’ll let you get back to work. Congratulations again.”
“Thanks.”
She turned to leave and, pretending that she had just thought of something, she turned back around and smiled brightly. “This is spaghetti night for me and I always seem to make more than I can eat. I’ll drop some off later at your place.”
He shook his head. “Thanks for the offer, but I’m dining at my mother’s place this