Chapter 58 Choosing a Present

Tiffany and Mortimer had their breakfast at the table, neither speaking nor looking at the other. The woman wanted to break the silence but wasn’t sure what to say. Just then, Mortimer spoke up. “I apologize for my mother. She shouldn’t have hit you.” “You don’t need to apologize. You didn’t do anything. I don’t blame her, either. I understand where she was coming from.” Tiffany paused briefly before adding, “Thank you for helping me get my phone back.” “It was nothing. Regarding my mother, I still want to say…” Mortimer’s words caught in his throat. He wasn’t used to saying sorry to a woman yet. Just then, Tiffany set down her utensils and gently brushed his cheek with her hand. His skin was surprisingly soft. Her touch lingered briefly. Mortimer’s pupils dilated as a wave of desire crashed into him. He tightened his grip around his mug, throat suddenly dry. Tiffany withdrew her hand. “Consider us even.” Her smile did an excellent job of masking the butterflies in her stomach. Her he