Kissing the Boss
“These aren’t apology flowers, doofus, they’re a bundle full of I-want-you, guilt-trip flowers from a guy who won’t take no for an answer.”
“Ooh.” Camille whistled as she winced. “That’s bad.”
I had to nod, also cringing in sympathy. “Real bad.”
Gabby glanced toward us, nodding as well, only to blink in surprise as she focused on my face. Her scowl faltered, but she couldn’t quite morph it into a smile. “Kaitlynn. Hey. What’re you doing here?”
“Longingly gazing at all the pretty flowers,” I answered honestly. Then I motioned to the half-mangled bouquet she’d just banged onto the countertop. “Those are some awesome roses.”