Caleb picked her up after work.
Eleanor had offered to treat him to dinner as a thank-you for the night before.
The plan fell apart at the mall entrance a crisis at his company yanked him back to handle it personally.
"You sure you'll be okay on your own?" he asked, hovering by the curb, clearly reluctant to leave.
Eleanor gave him a look. "I'm not twelve. This mall isn't exactly a crime scene."
She wasn't ready to head home yet anyway. Since she was already here, a little browsing sounded good.
Whenever she wandered into a luxury mall, she inevitably ended up drifting toward the Fenwick & York counter, checking how her own designs looked on display.
The Piano line had become F&Y's signature collection at this point.
The black-and-white diamonds were cut with a patented technique t
