Page 39 of Fake Engaged to the Enemy

Just when I thought my life couldn’t get any more complicated.

Chapter eleven

George

The next day at work, I try not to think about dinner at the Hart house.

It was… rough.

I understand where Catherine is coming from. Her mother isn’t good, and after abandoning her for Lynn to raise, having a sister that June decided to keep has to hurt.

Yeah, June’s age plays a huge part in being able to be a mother to Katherina.

But still.

That poor kid, too. From the way she kept glancing longingly at the food while serving herself minuscule portions, I imagine she’s been at the harsh end of her mother’s judgment, too.

The one memory I have of meeting June Hart was when Cat and I were in high school. We had a group project together and June showed up while we were working.

Looks like you’re getting fat,were the first words out of June’s mouth.

I shake my head. Yeah, even though Katherina’s a string bean, I bet she gets that same treatment. Catherine was a string bean, too

There’s not really anything I can do about that.

“Yo, boss,” one of my crew, Russel, calls. “You got flowers.”

Flowers?

I frown as I jog over to him. He carries a beautiful arrangement while grinning like he won the jackpot.

“They said they were for you,” Russel says as he puts them down.

“Huh.” What was going on?

“Who’s sending you flowers?” he teases.

A card sits atop the bouquet. I pluck it out and open it.

To the most beautiful woman in the world. I’m lucky that you chose to wear my ring on your finger. Love, your George.

Okay, that’s unexpected. But, I have an inkling as to what is happening.

The rest of the crew is starting to gather around. I put the card back and heave out a heavy sigh.

“Sorry to disappoint you, boys, but they’re not for me,” I say.

“Awwwww don’t be a bummer. Men can get flowers,” Russel says.

I laugh. “Yeah, but these aren’t for me. I ordered them for Catherine. I guess they messed up where to send them. You boys good while I take them over to the museum?”

We’re working in Sandburrow today. I suppose that’s why Lynn kept asking me all those questions last night about it all.

Russel cranes his neck toward the card. “Really? You got them for her?”

“Dumbass,” I say, nudging him out of my way.

Russel shrugs.

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