Page 69 of Sweet Temptation
“Did the delivery guys get the address wrong?” I look around the bakery, utterly confused. Nearly every surface is covered indaisies. And nearly every arrangement is mixed with some kind of beautiful pink flower.
“Miss Sinclair?” A man in a dark suit asks as I step forward.
“Yes.” He hands me a card and nods before he walks out, and the last of the delivery men sets a vase wider than me on the floor next to the door. It’s a heavy white envelope with my name written on it in Lucky’s messy handwriting. My hands shake as I hold it, looking around at the ridiculousness I’m surrounded by.
“Who’s it all from, Lex?” Mae asks, a dreamy lilt to her voice as she smells a beautiful bouquet of daisies and peonies.
Daisies.
My God, how did he remember?
“Lex . . . ?”
I walk over to my favorite booth in a trance and drag my fingertips along the flowers there before running one under the back of the envelope and taking out the heavy card stock.
Find something worth dying for and live for it.
—Unknown
We’re worth it, dolcezza.
Live for me. Live for us. Live loudly. Live without regrets.
You said I was the person who let you live, so do it with me.
—Lucky
“Oh. My. God. What the hell happened in here? Was this all supposed to go to Love In Bloom?” Dillan asks as she walks into the shop. “Lex...” She stops next to me, but I have no words.
“I think Lexie has some Christian Grey level secret admirer thing going on. If he has a red room, I hope he has a brother too,” Mae says, like I’m living in a movie.
“He’s got a brother, all right. And that crazy fucker probably has something even more fun than a red room.” Dillan pulls a daisy out of the closest vase and hands it to me. “Looks like lover boy is trying to make a point.”
“I don’t know who lover boy is, but if his point is you don’t have allergies, point made.”
Dillan and I both turn to look at Mae and laugh as Dillan wraps an arm around her. “Oh, you sweet summer child. How old are you?”
“What am I supposed to do with all these flowers?” I ask no one in particular, completely overwhelmed by all this. “There has to be fifty bouquets.”
“I’ll take some back to my dorm,” Mae offers, and Dillan shakes her head.
“Nope. These are all going home with Lexie.” Dillan takes my shoulders in her hands and turns me toward her, shaking me from my shock. “Where I’m hoping the sender of the flowers is going to be thanked, many,many, many times. Right?”
“Thanked or shaken,” I murmur. “I’m not sure which. I’ll let you know tomorrow what I decide.”
Lexie
Any chance you guys want to help me get a few flowers back to the house?
Linc
Like you bought a rose bush?
Lexie
More like Lucky bought every single daisy in the state of Pennsylvania and had them sent to me today.
Linc
