Sara’s POV

Oh crap!

I knew I should have crunched that piece of paper and passed it through a shredder.

How do I explain a note that says ‘I know you love men to my sweet and absolutely-not-forced-on-me boyfriend?

There was no logic to it and I was Irene Peers, the clueless nerd, not Evelyn Rodriguez, the sophistical witty heiress, so I shrugged.

“Must be from another secret admirer,” he said, frowning.

“I guess…”

He stood up. “I wanted to check up on you, that’s ...