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“I’m going to be single and freshly divorced by the end of the day. What are your plans tonight?”

My plans are to have a beautiful blonde underneath me as my name falls from her lips and she begs me to stop eating her pussy. But I don’t tell her that.

“Beau!” Mrs. Barton snaps, breaking me from my thoughts of Dove. I fight back a growl.

“I’m seeing someone,” I say simply, as if it’s old news.

“Oh, well. No one has to know.” The smile on her face grows even bigger, then she bites her lip. I’m guessing it’s an attempt to be sexy.

I’ve had enough. “Mrs. Barton—” I’m cut off when the intercom on my phone goes off.

“Call on line two, Mr. Heart. It’s Thompson and Thompson,” Katie says. I grab for the phone, glad to have the interruption. Hopefully this call is their client taking our offer so I can get Mrs. Barton out of my life by the end of the day.

Chapter Five

Dove

“Earth to Dove.” Sue snaps her fingers in front of my face, clearing thoughts of the coffee shop and Beau from my mind.

“Sorry,” I tell her as I flip the page in the order book. I try to look like I’m working and not daydreaming.

“All I want to know is how coffee went this morning.” She wiggles her eyebrows.

Why do I have such a big mouth? I can’t stop talking about Beau to my friends. I had to, though. I needed their help. Well, I thought I did. Things look like they might be taking the next step on their own without me having to make a move. Thank goodness.

“I’m guessing by that blush it went well,” Sue giggles.

Sue owns the flower shop. I’ve worked here for about a year and I really enjoy it. I love flowers and putting different ones together to make beautiful creations. I know they’ll bring joy to people, and that makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside.

“I think we have a date tonight,” I sheepishly admit. I glance over at her, and Sue is smiling at me. She does a little jump, making her short gray curls bounce. I swear sometimes she has more energy than I do.

She stops jumping after a second then looks at me seriously. “Wait, why do you think you have a date?”

“He said he’d pick me up after work, but how does he know where I work?” It’s one question that keeps running through my head.

“Maybe you told him?”

“Maybe.” I try to think back. We’ve made small talk over the past few weeks, talking a little more each day. I know he’s an only child, went to Yale, is in his early thirties, and a lawyer. “He gave me his number.”

I pick up my coffee cup and show her. “I was thinking I should text him?” That way I could double-check that he knows where I work. I really would hate to not have this date tonight. I don’t think I’ve ever been more excited about anything before. He could have been caught up in the moment and forgotten he didn’t know, and now he has no way to get a hold of me.

“You kids and texting.” Sue shakes her head.

There’s no way I’m calling, but I keep that thought to myself. In a text I won’t have to worry about forgetting to speak or stumbling over my words. I can plan better over text and not seem like a blushing schoolgirl. Which I totally am these days. But what if I did tell him where I work, then I’ll look clingy and too excited about a date. I’m sure a guy like Beau is used to dating lots of women. The thought makes my stomach sink. I’m in over my head and I hate the idea of him with another woman. One who probably doesn’t blush every two seconds.

He thinks I’m hot, and no one has ever made me feel like that before. I felt like a woman in that moment. There was a power that came with it, and I felt like I could have all of him if I wanted to. And boy, do I want to.

“Text him,” Sue tells me. She probably knows I’m starting to second guess myself.

I pick up my phone and scroll to his number. I already programed it in as soon as I got to work. As I tap on my messages, the chime over the door rings, and both Sue and I look up. John, the new superintendent, walks into the shop. He’s been here the past few weeks and it’s been a godsend. He fixes stuff around the shop that Sue has been trying to get the landlord to fix for months. I guess the building got bought by someone new and he’s making sure everything is good to go.

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