Zoe took it, thanked him gently, and left.

Mason sat in the limousine and watched as she left. She was holding the bouquet of roses close to her chest and walking on the snow when he asked Luke softly, “Am I a bother to her?”

The old chauffeur responded immediately, “Impossible, Mr. Mason! Why, you’ve never spoken in this manner.”

Chuckling dryly, Mason said, “Well. I didn’t use to be a gimp!”

Sitting upright, he wore a gloomy expression on his dashing face. “Take me home!”

…

The snow kep