Page 94 of Just One Kiss


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“Of course not. I’d never do that.”

“It’s against store policy, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, and Mom was in all day.”

Liv could read between the lines. If Emma’s mom hadn’t been there, she would’ve read the cards before delivering the flowers.

“Come on. Open the envelope, I bet they’re from Matt.”

One, sure, but why send two?

Miss you. Can’t wait to see you on Thursday. Love Matt.

“From Matt, right?” Emma snatched the card out of her hand before Liv could put it back. “Is his mom out of the hospital?”

“She’s going home today.”

“Why isn’t he coming back today?”

“He has a meeting with his agent tomorrow.”

At least, that was what he’d told her. A tiny part of her wondered if he was putting off coming back because he had access to a way of life that didn’t exist here.

“Why do you sound as if you don’t believe him?”

“Of course I do.” Rather than meet Emma’s eyes, Liv turned her attention to the second vase, which was a mix of sunflowers and roses, and grabbed the card.

“Your voice says otherwise.”

The downside of being friends with someone for so long was that they picked up even subtle differences in your tone.

“Do you think these are from Matt too?” Liv asked, changing the subject.

Unlike the first card, this one didn’t contain any hearts. Instead, a row of flowers ran across the top.

I thought these would look nice on your desk. Thinking of you, Seb.

“Are you going to tell me who they’re from, or is it a secret?”

Liv stuffed the card back into the envelope. “Sebastian.”

“Your ex is sending you flowers? Have you seen him?”

“He came in yesterday.”

“And?”

“And I told him I’m with someone.”

Emma gestured toward the flowers. “Either he didn’t believe you or he thinks you’ll pick him over Matt.”

“Oh, he believed me. But he’s convinced we won’t last. He said I’d know where to find him when Matt splits.”

“What a jerk.”

“It was a crappy thing to say, but he wasn’t wrong. Celebrities aren’t known for their long-term relationships.”

“There are plenty who are. Should I make you a list?” Plucking the card out of her hand, Emma dropped it on the desk.