For the following month, Anthony insisted on them having dinner in the private dining room with her or with her and their units. And two days a week, he walked into her office and brought her lunch himself, set it up on the coffee table in her office and then smiled at her. He was, it appeared, going all out to win her back.
Though she’d reminded him that doing all of this and then not still doing it, when Christy got out of the cells would just show her he didn’t mean it. To which Anthony had stated “Alternating nights for dinner between you and her, I’m not concerned you’ll see anything different. This would be normal, you and I having a meal, or us and our units having a meal.”
He’d also called for a pack run every Sunday night, which was more than the usual once a month, but he did i
