THE WILD ROSE
“I haven’t even had time to drill you properly about these roses. Tell Aunty Viv. Who is he? I figure he must be rich or own a big flower shop?”
She looked at me with a sly smirk.
“Does he have a big you know what?”
She waggled her eyebrows.
Rose wanted to laugh, but the front door opened, and she felt her hackles rise instantly.
The jukebox stalled, as heads turned.
“Shit,” she turned her back, then said to Viv. “Don’t look now, but his ex-girlfriend just walked in.”
Of course, Viv looked straight at her.
“The pale blonde who looks like she eats men for breakfast?”
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