The Uber suddenly came to a jerky stop, and I looked out the window.
Julia Testa Florals.
“Sorry about that speed bump, Miss.” The driver looked at me through the rearview mirror. “Do you need help stepping out?”
“No, I’m okay.” I unbuckled my seatbelt. “I’ll be back in five minutes.”
I lifted my umbrella and rushed under the shop’s awning.
“This time,” I said to myself, “do not send her a picture of the bouquet. No more redos, Katie. No more redos…”
Letting out a breath, I pushed the door open and stepped inside a room of lavender wisteria and roses. Out of habit, I made a beeline past the display room and into the pickup one.
The stunning white and robin’s egg blue flowers for Sunny were sitting on a rear table, but some guy was doing something to the main bouquet.
A guy who definitely didnotwork here.
Walking over, I tapped him on his shoulder.
“Excuse me,” I said. “What do you think you’re doing?”
He ignored me, continuing to fiddle with the blooms.
“Um, that has my name on it, so if you would kindly put it down and walk the hell away, I would appreciate it.”
“I’m almost done handling a situation,” he finally spoke, keeping his back turned. “You can wait.”
“No, I really can’t.” I moved around him to try and see what he was doing, but whatever it was, he was done.
“Thank you for your lack of patience.” He finally looked at me, and every word I was about to say locked in my throat.
The man in front of me looked like he belonged on the cover of every romance novel I’d ever read—and judging by that smirk, he was fully aware of it.
Not a single strand of his short, dark brown hair was out of place.
His deep, emerald green eyes were looking me up and down, tempting me with the dirty thoughts behind them, and his lips were curving into a slow, devastating smile that revealed dimples.
Why do I feel like I’ve seen him somewhere before?
“What the hell were you doing to my flowers?” I snapped out of the trance.
“Yourflowers?”
“Yes.” I glared at him. “Myflowers. The ones that have my name on them, along with the ‘Do Not Touch’ tag you obviously ignored.”
“Hmmm.” He had the audacity to pick them up again. “Your name is Katie Elizabeth?”
“Yes.” I snatched them away.
“Then those technically aren’t yours.” He glanced at my left hand. “You’re not the one getting married today…”
What in the actual hell?“Answer my question about why you were touching them before I call security.”
“No need for threats.” He looked amused. “I’ll call him over here for you. Security!”
He motioned for the guard to walk away from the tiara case, and he immediately obliged.
“What’s going on here, Mr. Brooks?” he asked.
