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Authors: R.C. Martin
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purse and my phone.
“The card says Theodora. ”
I frown at him. If I was a little confused before, I’m even more confused now. Nobody calls me Theodora. Reeve did, but he wouldn’t send me flowers. Even my parents call me Teddy, except for when I’m in trouble. Besides—my birthday isn’t for another month and a half, so these flowers wouldn’t be from them.
“Dammit, Teddy!” Geoff yanks the card out of the bouquet and hands it to me. “Stop trying to guess and just open it .”
“Okay, okay!” I giggle.
There’s a slight tremble in my hands as I open the little envelope and pull out two rectangular cards. The first card is handwritten—the script neat and masculine. My heart races after I read his note. It’s short and to the point, but I find myself reading it again and again.
I sit back on the edge of the desk, my mind too distracted to worry about keeping me upright any longer. After I’ve read his message a ridiculous amount of times, I take a moment to look at the second card. It’s his business card. I discover that his full name is Judah D. St. Michaels. He works at Eddalyn’s Interiors as a managing partner.
“Bitch—I’m going to kill you in approximately two seconds.”
“Oh. Shit. I’m sorry,” I mutter, shaking my head clear. “Here.” I hand him both cards, but I don’t look at his face—not wishing to see his initial reaction. He’s a romantic, and whatever his face says, it’ll sway my opinion on this whole situation.
Then again, as I admire the bouquet, I can honestly say that I have no idea what to think.
The arrangement is beautiful, the vase full of red and peach roses, dusty orange lilies, and greenery to complete the full ensemble. I’m not an expert when it comes to flower deliveries, but I’m smart enough to know that this is no small gesture.
“This is the guy from Monday, isn’t it? This is the asshole who asked you out.”
I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and force myself to meet Geoffrey’s eyes. I offer him a nod and he smirks at me.
“Maybe he’s not as much of an asshole as you thought. This looks a little bit like an apology.”
I scrunch my brow, thinking back to my encounter with the handsome man two days ago. I remember the look in his breathtaking, grey eyes, I remember the way he touched me without the tiniest bit of hesitation—and I remember his blunt proposal. I shake my head at Geoff, taking the cards from him.
“No. I don’t think that’s what this is. Looks like more of a bribe than an apology. Besides, he didn’t say he was sorry in the note,” I remind him, holding up the card.
“Oh, come on, Teddy. Don’t pretend that you aren’t at least a tiny bit interested.”
I open my mouth to respond, but when I go to speak, the lie that I’m not gets stuck in the back of my throat. The truth is, I still remember the way he looked at me. And the flowers?
Thinking of you, Judah.
I’m officially flattered.
Geoff arches a single eyebrow before folding his arms across his chest. “Remember what we talked about?” I frown at him, not wanting to admit that I do. “Freckles, you can go out with him and not sleep with him. There’s nothing wrong with giving him a chance. Maybe you’ll like him.” I scrunch my face at him, curious about his logic. “If nothing else,” he continues, “you’ll get to stare at the man while enjoying a free meal. That alone is worth the risk of finding out that he really is just a jerk.”
I breathe in deeply and exhale slowly, not at all sure about what I want. “I don’t know, Geoff.”
“Well—you have to call him.”
“ What? ” I ask, flabbergasted.
“Baby girl, those flowers deserve a phone call. At the very least .”
“I—I—I, but I…”
He snatches the cards from out of my hand and reaches around me for my phone. Before I can stop him, he’s dialing Judah’s number. I try to fight him, tugging at his arms, which he holds above my head, but he’s
“The card says Theodora. ”
I frown at him. If I was a little confused before, I’m even more confused now. Nobody calls me Theodora. Reeve did, but he wouldn’t send me flowers. Even my parents call me Teddy, except for when I’m in trouble. Besides—my birthday isn’t for another month and a half, so these flowers wouldn’t be from them.
“Dammit, Teddy!” Geoff yanks the card out of the bouquet and hands it to me. “Stop trying to guess and just open it .”
“Okay, okay!” I giggle.
There’s a slight tremble in my hands as I open the little envelope and pull out two rectangular cards. The first card is handwritten—the script neat and masculine. My heart races after I read his note. It’s short and to the point, but I find myself reading it again and again.
I sit back on the edge of the desk, my mind too distracted to worry about keeping me upright any longer. After I’ve read his message a ridiculous amount of times, I take a moment to look at the second card. It’s his business card. I discover that his full name is Judah D. St. Michaels. He works at Eddalyn’s Interiors as a managing partner.
“Bitch—I’m going to kill you in approximately two seconds.”
“Oh. Shit. I’m sorry,” I mutter, shaking my head clear. “Here.” I hand him both cards, but I don’t look at his face—not wishing to see his initial reaction. He’s a romantic, and whatever his face says, it’ll sway my opinion on this whole situation.
Then again, as I admire the bouquet, I can honestly say that I have no idea what to think.
The arrangement is beautiful, the vase full of red and peach roses, dusty orange lilies, and greenery to complete the full ensemble. I’m not an expert when it comes to flower deliveries, but I’m smart enough to know that this is no small gesture.
“This is the guy from Monday, isn’t it? This is the asshole who asked you out.”
I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and force myself to meet Geoffrey’s eyes. I offer him a nod and he smirks at me.
“Maybe he’s not as much of an asshole as you thought. This looks a little bit like an apology.”
I scrunch my brow, thinking back to my encounter with the handsome man two days ago. I remember the look in his breathtaking, grey eyes, I remember the way he touched me without the tiniest bit of hesitation—and I remember his blunt proposal. I shake my head at Geoff, taking the cards from him.
“No. I don’t think that’s what this is. Looks like more of a bribe than an apology. Besides, he didn’t say he was sorry in the note,” I remind him, holding up the card.
“Oh, come on, Teddy. Don’t pretend that you aren’t at least a tiny bit interested.”
I open my mouth to respond, but when I go to speak, the lie that I’m not gets stuck in the back of my throat. The truth is, I still remember the way he looked at me. And the flowers?
Thinking of you, Judah.
I’m officially flattered.
Geoff arches a single eyebrow before folding his arms across his chest. “Remember what we talked about?” I frown at him, not wanting to admit that I do. “Freckles, you can go out with him and not sleep with him. There’s nothing wrong with giving him a chance. Maybe you’ll like him.” I scrunch my face at him, curious about his logic. “If nothing else,” he continues, “you’ll get to stare at the man while enjoying a free meal. That alone is worth the risk of finding out that he really is just a jerk.”
I breathe in deeply and exhale slowly, not at all sure about what I want. “I don’t know, Geoff.”
“Well—you have to call him.”
“ What? ” I ask, flabbergasted.
“Baby girl, those flowers deserve a phone call. At the very least .”
“I—I—I, but I…”
He snatches the cards from out of my hand and reaches around me for my phone. Before I can stop him, he’s dialing Judah’s number. I try to fight him, tugging at his arms, which he holds above my head, but he’s
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