THE DOORBELL RANG AND I jumped. It was barely six in the morning and I’d just stepped out of the shower. I grabbed my robe from the hook on the back of the bathroom door and wrapped it around me. Who could it be at this hour?
Peering through the peephole, I saw a mass of flowers. Sighing, I turned and leaned against the door. My hair was wet and I felt naked. Wait—I was pretty much naked under my robe.
I unlocked the door and smiled as a tall, thin man handed me the roses—a dozen of them, and a card. He had me sign for them and walked away after checking me out. I blushed as I shut and relocked the door.
Who would be sending me flowers? If it was Dan, I was going to have to talk to him again—he couldn’t flirt with me like this. He was married and I was not going to sleep with him, no matter how hard he tried.
I set the vase down and breathed in the wonderful scent. The roses were amazing, red and full, all in bloom. I slid the card from the envelope and turned it over. It had a puppy on the front with huge eyes and a silly smile. I laughed in spite of myself and opened it.
You think you escaped, but all you did was sentence yourself to death. Enjoy the roses.
HW