“Then let’s start small. Going overboard might scare her into thinking you’re guilty of something worse. If you’ve never given her flowers, you don’t shower her with a golden box of long stemmed red roses. Oh, no, no, no.”
Brian checked his watch and shifted on his feet. He didn’t need a lecture or a strategy. He simply needed flowers. “I’m in a rush. I want to get these to the house before she comes home.”
“Okay, okay.” Terri slid the glass door of the cooler open and retrieved a pale pink combination. “Moonstone roses, pale pink and white, combined with lavender lilies and peppy snapdragons. I guarantee this will bring a smile to her face. It won’t be what she’s expecting, and it’s a great start to mending your relationship.”
“I’ll take them,” Brian said, pulling out his wallet.
“Take our discount card,” Terri said. “Each time you buy a bouquet or arrangement, I’ll stamp it, and you get a free one after ten.”
“Sure, thanks.” Brian paid by credit card. He checked the time on his phone. It was getting late, and he hadn’t heard from Cait. Not that she ever texted him. But something had changed today. They’d been intimate outside of the schedule, and somehow, taking care of the dogs made them a team.
“Don’t text her and ruin the surprise,” Terri said, giving him a discount card. She looked over his shoulder as the bells rang over the door and another customer stepped into the shop.
“Sure, bye,” Brian mumbled as he flipped Terri’s card over to put it away. His eyes widened, and he darted a glance at her before scurrying from the store.
I’m PinkPriestess. TrickyGlen asks you to leave details at the breadbox in the Temple of Orion.
