Chapter 27: The First Date

Lewis Casson didn't bat an eye. The corner of his mouth quirked. "Ms. Cutmore, don't get so worked up. One of your admirers sent you flowers. I brought them in." Elle Cutmore snorted, took the bouquet, pulled out the card, her expression shifting, and snapped, "Sappy. Pointless." Lewis settled into a chair, half-joking. "Ms. Cutmore, if Oliver heard you say that, he'd be crushed." "If you don't tell him, how would he know?" "Not necessarily," Lewis said, lowering his voice. "Lewis, what do you...