Page 81 of The Road Trip Romance

“Not happening, Lex,” I reply as I glare at her over my screen.

She holds up her hands. “OK, OK. Just a suggestion.”

She disappears from my doorway, leaving me in silence again. My phone pings.

It’s a text from Marti.

Marti: We need to talk about this contract. Stop stalling! Call me tonight.

Me: Fine.

I really don’t want to talk about it yet. I need more time before I have to talk to Tate. I need more time to forget him, to forget what I felt for him.

When my phone pings again, I groan but this time it’s from an unknown number.

Unknown: What if I chased after you? Would you say yes?

I frown. What in the actual hell? I look around as if I’ll find someone here, but my empty office is the only thing I see.

Unknown: What about if there was a grand gesture?

Now, I’m fully freaking out. Do I have a stalker? I pick up my phone to call someone…I have no idea who, but then there’s a knock at my door. I nearly jump out of my seat.

“Uh, there’s, like, a delivery for you,” Holly says.

“There is?” I ask as I stand, totally confused and also worried that some sick stalker crazy person has sent me a dead bunny or worse.

“Yeah, flowers,” Holly says. I relax just a little.

“Oh, well, have them bring them here,” I say still hesitant.

“Uh, there were a lot, like a lot, so I sent them to your house,” she says with a sheepish look.

“Holly!” I yelp.

“Sorry,” she says with a shrug.

“Ugh. I’ll just finish this from home,” I say as I stand. Lex walks back in with my coffee.

“Why was there, like, a whole train of florists leaving here a few minutes ago?” she asks, setting my coffee down.

“I’m sorry what?” I frown as I stuff my laptop into my bag and grab the coffee.

“No idea,” she says with a shrug.

“I’m heading home. Call me if you need anything,” I say to them as I head to my car. They both give me looks that leave me wondering what the hell is up, but I don’t have time to figure that out now. I need to figure out who is sending me flowers. I drive home in total confusion. I call Mark.

“Hey, will you stay on the phone with me?” I ask.

“What’s wrong?” he questions.

“Maybe nothing, but I got this weird text and then Holly said I got flowers, but she sent them to my house because there were too many for my office, which leave it to Holly to make a bad decision. It’s just weird,” I say.

“Hey, Mom!” Cal yells in the background. “Guess what?”

“What, buddy?” I ask, grateful for the distraction. The kids are back over at Mark’s for the week because his parents are visiting.

“I got a signed hockey jersey from Kellan Jacobs!” he yells.

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