Rock Starred: Love My Way

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if he was courting me. "Probably. He sent me flowers yesterday," I said softly. I took the card and opened it before she handed me the arrangement.
     
    Dear Katie,
    Yesterday's romantic gesture didn't seem like enough. Miss you.
    Peter
     
    I tapped the card against my chin as heat again flooded my cheeks.
    "Well?" she asked.
    "Yes. They're from him," I said loudly, for Peter's benefit. "What a goof."
    She smiled and placed her hand on my forearm. "I'd say he's a keeper."
    Flowers in tow, I returned to my apartment and set them on the flea market coffee table in the living room, next to the previous day's arrangement. I fished my phone from the pouch and plopped down on my modern gray sofa.
    "I'm back."
    "So I'm a young man, a keeper and a goof. Good to know."
    Now I was certain my face was several shades of crimson. "Thank you for the flowers. Again. It's so nice of you. You really didn't have to do that."
    "Katie, come on. Doesn't a guy get any bonus points for being extra romantic?"
    I cradled the phone between my ear and shoulder and settled back on the couch, my headache and miserable day a distant memory. "You get all kinds of bonus points. It's up to you to decide how to use them."

Chapter Eight
     
    The rest of my workweek was a blur—scouting locations, sending proofs to clients and booking my travel. I was exhausted by the time I stumbled home each night, although the arrival of another dozen roses every day improved my mood considerably.
    The flowers always came with a different note.
    Wednesday's said he wished we were in Miami again, together.
    Thursday's said that all he wanted was to see was the flecks of purple in my eyes.
    Friday's flowers carried a request for me to help him with his mojo.
    I deliberated about picking up the phone as I changed into workout clothes. I'd had to fight the urge to call him all day because my schedule had been so packed. I was eager to say "thank you", but I also knew I'd blow off my thirty minutes on the treadmill if I didn't get it over with.
    My water bottle went in the cupholder, my iPod in an armband and my phone on the magazine rack. Ten minutes into my run, I had a text from Peter.
     
    Whatcha doing?
     
    I grinned and slowed to a jog. Running.
     
    And texting? Dangerous.
     
    Talk later?
     
    Run later?
     
    I smiled, pushed the red "stop" button on the treadmill and hopped off. Sitting on the wide plank hardwood floor with my legs splayed, I leaned against the sofa. Max looked up at me and went back to sleep. I was still catching my breath when I called him.
    "So, which is it? Texting accident or did you decide to give up on fitness for today?" Peter asked.
    "You're so impatient."
    "I'm bored."
    "I thought you spent all your time on the phone with the florist. Thank you for today's flowers. I love them just as much as I loved the others."
    "You're welcome. I can't help myself. It's habit now."
    I blinked several times, still thrown off-kilter by every sweet thing he did for me. "Only a week until we get to see each other." I shook my head at the seductive tone of my voice.
    "Only a week? The anticipation is killing me. Please tell me we get to have a sleepover at your place."
     I laughed. "Is that what we're calling it?"
    "Do you have another suggestion?"
    "Pajama party?"
    "There will be no pajamas."
    "Excellent point." I glanced at the clock. It was only a few minutes after six. "When do you guys go on tonight?"
    "Not until ten. I'm just sitting in the hotel room. The rest of the band went to dinner."
    "Aren't you hungry?"
    "Nah. I'd rather talk to you."
    Max jumped down from the couch and stretched, waving his orange-and-white-striped fluffy tail and rubbing against my leg.
    "What do you want to talk about?" I asked.
    Peter cleared his throat. "What are you wearing?"
    "What?" My cheeks warmed.
    "Tell me what you're wearing right now. Tell me everything."
    "I just got off the treadmill. I'm wearing black workout pants and a tank top."
    "Katie, come on." He groaned

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