“Mr. Darrow, I appreciate your sentiments. Thank you.” Delilah tried to interrupt him as he kept burying himself, but then she merely smiled softly at him and inclined her head toward him. “It was last year, during the hurricane. He was a good man, but I have two children who are a constant reminder of who he was.” Her lips pursed together as she offered little else about Zachary, although she hadn’t been mentally prepared to speak about him at all. She missed him.
It made sense now why Caroline constantly said Evander, because the more she talked to the man, the more she realized she must have been acting very strange. She wondered what his experience had been like, as he didn’t seem to want to talk about it. (It wasn’t as if Delilah had expected to make friends with the woman she saw naked and then ditched right before breakfast to stalk her own home, but here she was. She quite enjoyed the company of Caroline Darrow.)
Her eyes flicked to his face. “May I ask you a question?” She was going to, anyway, but still paused long enough to take a sip from the cup still in her hands. “How in the world does the door to your office work? I think the people around your office thought I was crazy when I actually tried to go in and couldn’t get the door open.” It had taken time to track down what Evander Darrow did for a living, and then she felt obligated to show up at least once. By that time she was worried she was going to be stuck as a giant man for the rest of her days.
It made sense now why Caroline constantly said Evander, because the more she talked to the man, the more she realized she must have been acting very strange. She wondered what his experience had been like, as he didn’t seem to want to talk about it. (It wasn’t as if Delilah had expected to make friends with the woman she saw naked and then ditched right before breakfast to stalk her own home, but here she was. She quite enjoyed the company of Caroline Darrow.)
Her eyes flicked to his face. “May I ask you a question?” She was going to, anyway, but still paused long enough to take a sip from the cup still in her hands. “How in the world does the door to your office work? I think the people around your office thought I was crazy when I actually tried to go in and couldn’t get the door open.” It had taken time to track down what Evander Darrow did for a living, and then she felt obligated to show up at least once. By that time she was worried she was going to be stuck as a giant man for the rest of her days.
