Page 77 of Against The Rules

I laugh at that, then open the door, feeling a little like Cinderella, except my fairy godmother is going to clean queso off the table… I glance down. And the floor, apparently.

“Sorry about the mess.”

“Don’t apologize, that’s why we’re here.”

“Go take a shower and get dressed,” the older lady says, grinning at me. “We’ll start in here.”

She has a no-nonsense tone that immediately has me agreeing, even though I’m not sure my brain’s caught up.

“Okay.” I amble back to my room, trying to make sense of this. Tyler sent a cleaning crew to my house? Weird, but nice.

I finally locate my nearly dead phone in the bathroom. There’s a dozen messages, most of which are from Tyler.

Tyler: Sorry I had to leave you so early, Peaches.

Tyler: I meant every word I said to you last night

Tyler: My cleaning ladies are going to come out and help you out today. I would have done it myself, and made you breakfast in bed, and made sweet love to you again, but I had to get on this plane

Tyler: Don’t worry, they won’t make you breakfast and they better not make sweet love to you

I laugh out loud, grinning at my phone like a fool as I head to the charger on my nightstand.

There’s another knock at the door, and I startle because what the hell now? One of the ladies must answer, it, though, because a deep voice sounds and muttered conversation starts up.

Tyler: I uh, I also made a few arrangements for you today. I probably went a little too hard, but I’ve never had a girlfriend, and I’ve never had a wife, and I figured I should probably make up for lost time

Tyler: If it’s too much, just text me back or cancel, okay

A little surge of both apprehension and excitement spear through me. What the hell did he do?

His wife. That part hits me like a ton of bricks, and I stare at my phone, unsure what to make of my tangled emotions.

Or of the fact that I love him calling me that.

There’s another knock, this time on my bedroom door, and I stifle a screech, jumping in surprise.

“Miss Savannah?”

I open the door, truly apprehensive now.

“These came for you,” a voice says through a massive bouquet of flowers. Random flowers, daisies and roses and tulips and chrysanthemums and other types that I don’t even know the name of.

“Whoa.”

The voice sneezes, and I take the vase from her. “Thank you?”

“There’s a note,” she says.

“Got it,” I say. The flowers weigh a ton and I back up slowly, not a clue as to where I’m going to put them.

“I’ll just close the door after you!” She does, and my gaze swings around, trying to find a spot in my room where I can put such a massive bouquet.

My desk is the only option.

Huffing a little and trying not to get pollen in my nose, I set the vase down and pull out the card.

“I wasn’t sure what your favorites were, so I got you one of each. -TM”

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