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saw it in her nervous gestures when he got there and dropped her off. He wanted her to want him to be there. To invite him over and into her life.
    Jessie took out the first pancake and set it on a plate beside the stove. “Parker, women like to be romanced, seduced.” She added another scoop of raw mix into the pan. “You know where she works and where she lives. Send her some things like flowers, cupcakes, wine and sexy notes with poems on it.”
    “I can’t write poetry.” His mind went to invertebrates not rhythmic words. He finished squeezing the seventh orange into the glasses, shocked by how little juice one orange produced.
    She pointed the spatula at him. “Then find a poetry book. Make her come to you, bug-boy. She fell for you once, she will do it again. You just have to remind her of it.” Jessie flipped the pancake. “Unless she’s found someone else.”
    He snarled at his sister as he recalled Daryl Marcs. The attention the Councilman paid to her the night of the masquerade.
    Squaring off at him, Jessie folded her arms over her chest. “Even if she does have someone else, she’s not married or engaged. So, if you want her, win her.”
    Taking everything his sister said to heart, he began to plot and plan his strategy as he had when he used to catch and study elusive nocturnal arthropods.
    “I want Sonya back,” he declared.
    ~ML~
    “This was at the admissions desk for you.” Simeon entered her office carrying a long box.
    Sonya took a moment to save the work on her travel plans in the company system before taking the box from him. “Where did they come from?”
    “I’m going to assume a florist.” her assistant tossed out.
    “Ha, ha. You know I didn’t hire you for your jokes.” She arched an eyebrow at him, but smiled. Simeon was a sweet young man and had a way of making the work environment better. “I meant…did they say who left them.”
    “Stacey received them and the only thing she knew was a delivery man brought them. Like a messenger, not an actual florist personnel. You know nosey Stacey was a little annoyed by it.”
    “I’m sure.”
    The clerk wanted any hot guy she saw and to be in everyone’s business.
    Frowning, Sonya set the package down on her desk then stood over it to open it. It wasn’t uncommon for her to get things delivered to the museum from people all over the world that thought they had some authentic African American art. Usually, she had spoken to them by phone or email before they just sent it. Being a curator was like being one of those reality show art dealers “This is a fake,” “This is worthless,” “This is actually an authentic piece long lost”. By the shape of the box she was expecting it to be some kind of spear or staff.
    Pulling at the twine fashioned into a bow, she released the tie before drawing it away. She removed the top next and set it to the side.
    She gasped.
    “Wow. Someone likes you.”
    “All green roses.” She couldn’t believe how lovely they were. The flowers were a vibrant, dark green, almost emerald in color and the stems were thick and long with full almost palm sized leaves adorning them.
    “Why green? It isn’t March.”
    “It’s my favorite color.” She couldn’t resist smelling them. “I love roses.”
    “I’m not sure if there’s a vase big enough to hold them. Does the card say who sent them, because I need to talk to the person and get some sent to LaTasha. They would get me boyfriend points.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
    Shaking her head, she kept her laugh in. No need to encourage him. She picked up the small white envelope at the base of the stems. “You’re supposed to get a woman flowers because you want to make her happy, not to get some action.”
    He shrugged. “Women and men just will disagree on that point.”
    When she slipped the card out, she still had no clue who sent them. “I hope these brighten your day and bring a smile to your face.”
    The flowers had done that.
    Flipping the