“Something you want to tell me, Rutledge?” He couldn’t help how cold his voice was. Had he been so obvious his executive secretary had gone out and purchased something to commemorate the start of their affair? Rutledge didn’t seem to realize he was about to lose not only a job but a lover as well.
“I was going to give that to my boyfriend in college, but I caught him kissing the assistant coach.”
Ran picked it up. On the back of the ornament was the year, 2016—two years after Scott had broken his heart. “And you kept it?”
Parrish gave him a sweet smile. “It had to come in handy sometime, and you see, now it has. This is my first Christmas with Burke, Burke, and Hammett, and I thought it was apropos, since my boyfriends always seemed to wait until just before Christmas to leave me for someone else.”