Page 13 of Broken Boss Daddy

“Okay?”

“Don’t sound so skeptical about it. Trust me, I know what I’m doing.”

“I trust you, partially because all of this goes way over my head.”

She laughed. It was barely five minutes later when she presented me with the final bouquet. “Are they as beautiful as your friend?”

I took the flowers from her. “Not one bit.”

“Good man. I’m certain she’ll appreciate it.”

I hesitated. “I’m still not convinced that Ishouldsend them to her.”

The older woman stopped what she was doing and looked me straight in the eye. She said, “I might not know much in life, but I know when an occasion calls for flowers, and this is one. Even if nothing much comes from you giving her these, at least you’ve shown her, and yourself, that you’re willing to put your pride aside for something more important.”

I ran her words over in my head and could see the truth in them. As much as I wanted to pursue something with Jessica, the look she gave me whenever I mentioned our past haunted me. I hadn’t been able to sleep because of her comment the other day.

In my book,she wasthe one who never contacted me.

But that was in the past, and the only way forward was to suck it up and remind her just how great we were together.

With that in mind, I nodded my head toward Mrs. White. “Do you perhaps deliver?”

Chapter 7: Jessica

He did not…Of course he did.

The beautiful arrangement sat on my desk, calling everyone’s eyes to their simple beauty. The audacity of that man was beyond any level I could even try to comprehend.

When I got the call from the front office that there was a delivery for me, I thought they must’ve surely been mistaken. Yet here I sat with the flowers and the greeting card staring up at me.

The only thing that saved me from complete embarrassment was that school had already let out for the day, so my students weren’t going to tease me about having a ‘boyfriend.’ Actually, their obsession with my love life was slightly worrisome.

I could smell the flowers from where I sat. A part of me wanted to throw them out and be done with Grant Adams for good. But there was another part that made me smile at the beautiful gift.

Admittedly, my frigidity against him melted a bit, and that was probably why he sent them.

Smiling, I reached out a hand and rubbed one petal between my fingertips. The feeling was akin to the one I felt in my stomach—fluttering butterflies. I couldn’t deny the erratic beating of my heart when I picked up the card to read it.

We can’t forget the past, but we can rewrite our future. There’s a reason for everything. Do you feel it, too? Or am I the only one in this wonderland?

Simple, yet effective. Rolling my eyes at his apparent arrogance about me knowing who they were from, I chuckled. Grant had a charming way with words, that was for sure.

Although, for all he knew I could have five guys after me.

I wonder what that would do to his ego?As much as that thought thrilled me, his gesture was sweet and would stay on my mind for days to come.

The sudden urge to see him had me quickly gathering my things and stuffing them into the tote bag I used for work. I wanted to go see Grant, either to strangle the life out of him for daring to do that or kiss himfordoing it.

I was afraid I might just do both, and then where would that have put me? Not in a good place, that was for sure.

The only place I knew where to find him was at the hospital, and I just prayed that I didn’t show up there on the day he wasn’t. Nowthatwould be embarrassing.Maybe I should phone them and check his schedule?

Deciding that was the best way forward, especially because they wouldn’t know who I was, I stopped packing up and pulled up the hospital’s number on my phone. Was it sad that I already had it on speed dial? Probably.

But I had a daughter who required such things.

Taking a deep breath, I put the phone to my ear as the phone rang. If they told me he wasn’t there, then I would take it as a sign that I shouldn’t go anywhere near him.

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