Second option—without a doubt. She couldn't talk to Tony. She was afraid she might tell him about Daniela, and she wasn't sure how to handle that yet. So she grabbed the present for Valentine, left her cell phone, and walked out of the house. It hadn't occurred to her that Valentine might not be in her office until she was halfway there, but she shouldn't have worried, because the matchmaker sat on her gilded couch, fiddling with her iPhone. Valentine looked up with a bright smile as Marley walked in. "I was just thinking about you. You saved me a phone call." "Did you need something?" "I just wondered how you were doing." She wrinkled her nose. "What do you have in your hand?" "Oh." Marley looked down at the package, suddenly having doubts. "It's not really anything. I just thought you might like it, but—" "I love gifts. Let me see." Valentine held her hand out. She handed it over reluctantly. "It's really nothing great. In fact, it's not that nice." "Let me be the judge of that." She ripped off the wrapping, tossing the shredded pieces of paper all over so that Marley started to bend over to pick them up.
