Amanda’s voice brought Breanna out of her thoughts, and she turned to look over her shoulder at her friend. “Yes?”
“Are you coming to Rita’s bridal shower tonight?”
Oh good grief! How could she have forgotten that? “Of course I am. I’ll be working late at the office, but I’ll be there for the party.” Once she buys a present after work, anyway.
“Do you know where it is?” Amanda studied the ends of her long, red hair, through her fingers, probably looking for split ends.
“Isn’t it at Eve’s house?”
“Yes.”
“I know where she lives.”
“Great. I’ll see you later.” Amanda sashayed back to her desk.
Blowing out a frustrated breath, Breanna rubbed her forehead. She’d been so forgetful lately. It was surprising that she could get through the day and remember to dress herself.
Her phone buzzed, making her jump. The caller ID displayed the receptionist’s extension. Breanna lifted the receiver up to her ear. “Yes, Donna?”
“A delivery just came for you.”
Delivery?“Are you sure?”
“Yes. So hurry and come get it out of the lobby. It’s distracting.”
“Uh, okay. I’ll be right out.”
What could have possibly been delivered to her? She hurried out of the double-glass door. When she noticed the red roses sitting on Donna’s desk in a large glass vase, her heart dropped. The last time she and Tom had gotten in an argument, he’d sent her flowers, but complained afterwards how much they’d cost him. She’d hated it then, and now... Had he done it again?
Her body shook as she made her way to the receptionist’s desk. Since Donna was on the phone, Breanna couldn’t ask her who brought them. With an unsteady hand, she reached for the card protruding from in between a few of the flowers. Slowly, she opened it and read.
To a beautiful and fun woman I can’t seem to get off my mind. Thanks for making memories with me at the wishing well last night. I hopebothof our dreams come true. Yours always, Brad.
Relief poured through her and she nearly collapsed to the ground. She held the card to her chest as she tried to find the strength to move. Brad had been the thoughtful man. Not Tom. And she never wanted to have Tom send her flowers ever again.
“Hello, beautiful.”
At the sound of Brad’s voice, she spun around. Walking slowly down the stairs was the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen. Instead of wearing his jeans and T-shirt, today he wore a three-piece gray business suit, gray shoes, white shirt and a maroon tie.
What happened to the beach bum she’d grown to know? But really, it didn’t matter. She was utterly mesmerized by this incredible man.
“Hi-ya, gorgeous,” she said. “Thanks for the roses. They really made my day.”
His gaze dropped to her hand where she still clutched the card against her bosom. “I can see.” He grinned more out of one side of his mouth.
Uncomfortable, she laughed and relaxed her arms to her sides. “I was just so relieved the roses were from you and not Tom.”
“You haven’t talked to him yet?”
“No.”
He stopped right in front of her but he didn’t touch her. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from his. Brad’s amazing green eyes had put her under a spell.
“The roses are beautiful,” she said softly and meaningfully.
“Lovely flowers for a lovely lady.” He winked.
She should feel embarrassed. After all, they were standing in the middle of the lobby where anyone could see. But she didn’t care. She only had eyes for one person, and the world could revolve around her as long as it didn’t move her or Brad from where they stood.
