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Sue returned, a little harried, and disappointed to find Jack gone. Making her way to her desk, she was surprised to find a gift wrapped box awaiting her. Quickly looking around, she tried to slide it into her lap, but was too slow, feeling a hand clamp down on her shoulder. Looking up, she encountered the over-eager eyes of her captor. “Lucy, you scared me,” she said, hoping to distract her.
“Is that another gift? What is it?”
Glancing down, she nodded her head. “Yes, it seems to be a gift and I don’t know what it is. I haven’t opened it yet.” She glanced at the card, feeling a little shiver of anticipation race through her at his words. To my all-day date, Your Valentine, Jack.
“Well, open it,” Lucy encouraged. “Let’s see what he’s done now.”
Sue looked up to find three pairs of eyes on her. “Does anyone know where Jack went? Myles, you were in here with him. Where’d he go?”
“I don’t know. We were talking about our separate dinner plans and he jumped up, mumbling something about fruit and dip. He said he’d be back soon. If you ask me, the man has gone completely loco.”
“We didn’t ask you,” Lucy growled through her smile. “Now run along like a good little agent. I’m sure you have work to do.”
Myles stood to his full height, looking down his nose at the sporadically irritating rotor. “I could say the same for you, Miss Dotson. I haven’t seen you do any work today. You’ve been scurrying around in a tizzy over this nonsensical day. Besides,” he added conspiratorially, “I, too, want to see what Prince Jack has gone and done now.” He gave an encouraging nod to Sue.
Sue chewed her lip thoughtfully before giving in to curiosity and opening the package. Pulling out the date book, she looked up to see Lucy’s disappointed expression.
“A date book? What kind of present is that?”
“I can always use another calendar, Lucy. And it’s the thought that counts.”
“And they call me slow in the love lane,” Myles droned, snatching the object out of Sue’s hands and holding it up for display. “Have any of you given an ounce of assiduity to the implied significance of this particular gift?” When they simply stared at him in silence, he rolled his eyes. “It’s a date book. A book for making dates. Maybe Jack intends for it to be a chronicle of their future outings.”
“Very perceptive Myles,” a voice inflected from the doorway. Seeing their focus shift all at once, Sue turned to find Jack strolling towards her. “I’m GLAD you SURVIVED your trip to the RESTROOM,” he said with a wink.
“I see you ran when you got the chance,” she challenged good-naturedly. “I don’t blame you. I would have done the same thing. The next time we have a witness that doesn’t want to talk, I think you should leave him alone in a room with Lucy.” They shared a smile before Sue nervously shifted her attention. “Thank you for the gift. Myles was just giving us his take on its meaning.”
“And doing a very good job,” Jack agreed. “He was almost right on the money.”
“He was?” she said with surprise. “What do you mean?”
Without taking his eyes off of her lovely face, he asked, “Would you guys mind going back to your desks? We’d like a little privacy here.”
Sue grinned and darted her eyes to see the thwarted faces as they turned away.
“Myles? The gift please,” Jack demanded, holding out his hand, his eyes still on Sue. Once in his possession, he held it toward her. “Open it and read.”