Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 65809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
“Fine, but you should know your dad is on his way up.”
I close my eyes. I really don't want to deal with my father today. I’m a little surprised he’s coming to my office. Maybe it’s because I missed the dinner we had planned last night. I’m worried about what he wants to talk about. I pray it’s not about him needing another divorce or something along those lines.
“Send him in when he gets here,” I tell her. I stand for a moment, stretching my legs and looking out my office window down at the city below. I have a stack of work I need to do, but I have no desire to do it. Normally it’s so easy for me to get lost in my cases, but that drive has been slowly dwindling since the day I met Dove. I’m not sure if I should be worried about this or not.
“Son.” I turn to see my dad walking into my office. “I hear you got yourself a woman. It’s about time.”
Fuck. I want to know how he found out. I wanted to keep my Dove to myself a little bit longer. Looks like time is up.
Ten
DOVE
I keep glancing at the clock. Even though we are super busy, the time is somehow dragging. Normally I love doing the flowers and being here, but today I’m not feeling it. I wonder if Beau has something set up for Valentine’s Day for us or if it's just a normal date. We haven't really been dating more than twenty-four hours, so I’m guessing he doesn't have anything planned. It doesn't matter though. This is going to be the best Valentine's Day ever just getting to be with him.
Sue keeps winking at me and I know she knows something happened with Beau last night, she’s just not saying it. I’d even gone into the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror to see if I looked different. I didn't notice anything but I feel different. Somehow I’m really aware of my body, like I’ve officially become a woman.
“I have a last-minute order that came in and they want it delivered ASAP. They paid extra.” I glance over at the flowers she sets down on the counter. “Luke already took off with a full truck. Think you can do this delivery? It’s not far and you could take a cab.”
“Sure,” I tell her.
“Plus, I want you to get a look at this Heart man,” she adds.
“The B. Heart that’s always sending flowers to a different woman?” I ask.
She nods. “Yep. Looks like some woman is sending him flowers this time.” I scrunch up my nose. I have no desire to see this man.
I glance down at the card and read the message.
Cum be my Valentine.
Miss Barton
The miss is underlined for some reason. Gross. I wonder if she’d want to be his Valentine if she knew how many women he went through.
Sue lays down a ten-dollar bill next to the flowers for the cab. “All the orders are out for delivery. After you drop those off go get ready for your own Valentine’s Day.” She gives me a knowing smile and I blush, trying not to give anything away.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
“Heck yes, I’m sure.”
I love how excited she is about me and Beau. My mind is already racing about what dress I should wear tonight. I wish I knew where he worked, I could surprise him with a visit.
I change my mind, though. I shouldn't do that. We haven't talked about how serious we are. But the way he treated me last night and the things we did… He took my virginity. God, my face is probably on fire.
He said we’d talk about what we are. I know I have to be important to him. Him freaking out this morning when I wasn't in bed with him was actually really adorable the more I think about it. The idea of Beau going crazy over me is sweet.
I grab my purse and glance toward the back of the shop, where I notice John working. He studies me for a second and then nods at my bag.
“Heading out, ma’am?” he asks.
“Yep. Got a delivery.” He gives me a polite smile and pulls his phone out. “See you later,” I tell him, heading toward the front.
I look at the address and see it’s right next to the coffee shop. Heck, it might be the same building. I could walk it. I pick up the flowers and change my mind. It will be a quick taxi ride, but the walk might kill my arms, so I decide on riding.
When I get to the building I hop out of the taxi and head inside. I stop at the front desk, thinking I could leave the flowers there, but curiosity gets the best of me.