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Chapter 1

Athena

My shop, Wild Lilac, seeuys in Manhattan co to impress their certain someone with flowers

Today is a perfect exa was a hotshot hockey player I only know that because I saw his face on a billboard in Ti the playoffs last season

After he bought and paid for the perfect bouquet for his special lady, a looker in a suit strolled through the door

It took hiee since it cost a small fortune The floill be delivered toirlfriend owns to drop to one knee to ask her to spend her life with him

I look over at the o

He’s sexy-as-sin

His dark blond hair is pushed back fro the collar of his black button-down shirt The sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, so the black and gray tattoos that cover his muscular forearms are visible

He’s giving off a semi-corporate vibe since he’s dressed in black pants and shoes

I turn to the side to stopat him

“Excuse me?”

If there ever was a perfect voice for phone sex, it belongs to this man

I look over at his face His jaw is covered with a trih me as he stares at me

The iant He must be at least six-foot-five

“Can I help you?” I ask cheerfully fro over the clientele will not pay the rent on this place

“I need soh “Nice flowers I want so”

Soh I was expecting him to be in my floral boutique to buy a bouquet for his mom That mad rush happens in May It’s late Septeestures of undying devotion, new baby arrivals, birthdays, or sadly, red rose heavy arrangements to honor the recently departed

“Are you celebrating so?” I ask not only because that will help est, but curiosity is afactor too

“I’ her” His tone softens “She’s an incredible woman”