On His Knees

~Raina~

I was reviewing the Brooklyn shipyard contract amendments when someone knocked on my office door.

I set my pen down and told them to come in.

The door opened and Declan Vane walked in carrying a large bunch of white roses. He was in a dark suit, his jaw still showing the last of the healing, his hair carefully styled. He held the flowers in one hand with the slight awkwardness of a man who