Page 50 of Anything To Be With You

"So?"

"So? He could’ve just called." I reply.

"But this is sooooo much better."

I touch the petals of the Orchid. My heart banging off my ribs. I have never been given flowers before. Josh was not one for gifts unless they were for himself, and Antoni thought they were pointless because they’ll die after four days.

My stomach ties in a knot.

My boss sent me flowers.

My handsome as sin boss sent me flowers.

"Guess I should call and say thank you," I finally say. And find out if there is an ulterior motive behind them. Because even though it was a sweet gesture, it’s still kind of creepy.

"But I’m not telling him how I feel." I state.

Erin huffs into the phone. "Fineeeee. Call me later."

We blow kisses into the phone and hang up. I stare at the flowers that are now sitting on my kitchen table. "Damnit." I pull up his name and hit call. I pace around the kitchen while it rings. When I get his voicemail, I hang up.

"Who gave you flowers?" I jump at the sound of Mason’s voice.

"What are you doing home?" I ask. It’s not that I don’t like him being home, but he’s supposed to be at my parents.

He shrugs. "Nanny said I could hang with Axe today. Came home to grab something."

"I see."

"So, who gave you flowers?" Mason asks again.

"Axe," I answer.

"What! I’m going to kill that asshole."

I start laughing. That was mean of me to say. "Axe didn’t send the flowers. My boss did," I say to settle his temper.

Mason turns slowly and looks down at me. "Why is your boss sending you flowers?"

"He did something inappropriate yesterday and I sent these to apologize."

"What did he do?" he demands.

"Don’t worry about that."

"Ma," Mason growls.

Shit! I woke the protective beast.

"What did your boss do that not only has you off today, but he had to send flowers to apologize?"

I wrap my arms around my baby boy’s waist and put my head against his chest. "I love that you are so protective of me, Bubba, but you don’t have to worry about what happened."

I’m not going to go into detail with my seventeen-year-old son about what happened. He’d be stupid enough to ride his bike over to the office and beat the snot out of Luke.

Mason wraps his arms around my shoulders and kisses the top of my head. "Love you, Ma."

That brings a smile to my face. "Love you too, Bubba."

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