the shelter open and heated for the next two winters. She wants to invite you to dinner. A home-cooked meal. No press, no cameras.”
Ethan, who routinely turned down five-thousand-dollar-a-plate charity galas, looked out at the glittering skyline. He thought of his mother, and then he thought of how far he had come.
“Tell her I’d be honored,” Ethan said quietly.
Clara stood up, picking up her briefcase. “Oh, and Ethan?”He looked back at her.
“I left something on your desk. Consider it the final settlement of my account.”
