Cynthia finally relaxed and smiled. “Ms. Dale, let’s swap numbers.”
They exchanged contact info. Cynthia slung her purse over her shoulder and said, “Alright, Ms. Dale, I’ll be waiting to hear some good news from you.”
She waved her hand. “And this coffee’s on me.”
Deborah thanked her with a grateful nod.
After Cynthia left, Deborah stayed in her seat, watching the door for a moment, lost in thought. Eventually, she flagged down a waiter and asked for a coffee and a box of pastries to go.
She pulled out her phone and called Jackson.
Isabella overheard her voice turn soft and sweet. “Jackson, I’m out at a café. I picked up some coffee and pastries for you. Can I bring them by?”
She added, “And maybe we could grab dinner together? How about that restaurant we used to love?”
Romance was Deborah’s specialty. She knew exactly how to make Jackson feel wanted, which was why he couldn’t let her go. If she asked him to make things official between them, he’d probably agree to divorce Cynthia without much hesitation.
Jackson laughed quietly on the other end. “I don’t really need coffee, you know. But it’s sweet of you. Why not just send it with a delivery guy?”

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