LEONARD’S POV.

I sat at my desk in the private section of my office, going over some documents, but I lost focus when thoughts of Evelyn barged into my mind.

I had planned to take her shopping after her meeting. She needed something classy and beautiful for her birthday. I couldn’t quite explain why I was so invested in it, but I felt compelled to make sure everything was perfect.

I picked up my phone and began searching the web for birthday dress ideas.

“Fuck,” I cursed under my breath, realizing how impatient I was being. We could go to the store together and find something that suited her better,...