Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100750 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100750 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
“Thank you for putting them up there,” Lily said. “Now we can all enjoy them.”
“Are you being facetious, Lily?”
“Absolutely not. I want my husband to spend a week in here and see how Grayson’s treating you—then maybe my lump will get a clue. I think the last time he gave me flowers . . .” She trailed off. “Yep, it’s been so long I don’t even remember.” Lily had fifteen years on Reid. She was a mom of three and had been married since she was eighteen. Reid liked her a lot and often went to her for motherly advice. She knew everything about Reid and how she felt about Grayson: the fear she had while he was in a coma, and the way he made her feel now.
“I’m sorry, Lily. In all fairness, until Grayson, no one has ever bought me flowers, other than my dad.” Reid wasn’t counting the customary corsage her prom dates brought her. Mostly everyone knew the moms were the ones to order those, not the boys.
“Whoa, is it Valentine’s Day or something?” Rosalyn said as she came into the office. She walked right to Reid’s station and sighed. “Damn. That man is wining and dining you big time.” Her fingers shot out, as if they were fireworks.
“He has a lot of making up to do, if you ask me,” Lily yelled from her cubicle. “That man should kiss the ground you walk on, Reid. And other things.”
Grayson had done a stand-up job of showing her how much he loved her over the past handful of months.
She decided to share with her coworkers. “He has something special planned tonight. He won’t give me any hints, though, so I’m a bit nervous.”
“Maybe he’s going to ask you to move in with him.” Lily came over to Reid’s cubicle and leaned on the half-wall divider. Reid studied her for a moment. She was average height and kept her hair long with natural curls that Reid envied. She’d pay good money to have texture, body, and some life to her hair that didn’t require her to add product and curl it every day. Devorah had deep-blue eyes and wore very little makeup, saying that with three kids she barely had any time for herself in the morning. Not that she needed it; her skin was flawless.
“Doubtful,” Reid said. “I think if anything he’d move into mine. I have better furniture,” she added, laughing.
“Then that’s what he’s doing,” Rosalyn said as she stood up and leaned her elbows on her half wall. “He’s going to ask you if he can move in with you.” Rosalyn was on the taller side, almost matching Grayson’s dominating height. With her long blonde hair and ocean-blue eyes, men flocked to her. She’d been unlucky in love too many times to count. She was the ultimate “fall in love with everyone” type and planned all her future weddings within days of meeting the next great love of her life. At one time, she’d had a major crush on Grayson and had asked Reid if they were a couple. Reid had given her permission to pursue Grayson and was secretly happy when he’d rebuffed her.
Reid could easily picture Grayson living with her, and honestly it would make things so much easier. She wouldn’t have to ask every day if he’d taken his meds or if he had them with him when he came to her place. The last thing she wanted to do was harp on him about the medication, but he literally needed it to live. One of Reid’s biggest fears was that his new heart would reject his body and they’d be back at square one.
“I’d let him,” she told her coworkers with a shrug. “We spend so much time with each other now, it only makes sense.” Even if they hadn’t slept together yet. She already knew they had chemistry between the sheets.
Rosalyn sighed and tilted her head back. “Color me green because I’m officially jealous.”
“He’s high maintenance,” Reid joked. “Be thankful.”
Rosalyn waved her hand in the air. “It doesn’t matter,” she told Reid and Devorah. “I remember when I first started. I was hot for him.” She fanned herself. “The rejection hurt.”
Tell me about it.
“Anyway, I’m happy for you, Reid.”
“Thanks,” she told her friend. “I feel like whatever he has planned for tonight, I’m going to love it.”
“Gah, how can you not,” Rosalyn said.
“Back to work, ladies. We’ll chat about the date tomorrow,” Lily said. “Because Reid will give us all the details.”
Reid could’ve rolled her eyes and balked, but Lily was right. She’d spill everything in the morning over coffee and doughnuts.
Be ready by 6!
Reid had given in and texted Grayson about what his text meant, only to receive the shrugging emoticon in return. The only information he gave her was for her to wear something casual, but not “going for a run” casual.