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“I love—” I began, but Flynn yanked me to the tips of my toes, my words lost against his lips. His lips were soft, his touch firm as he gathered me against him, his warmth enveloping me. I’d almost forgotten we stood outside in the snow. The world turned hazy, his touch sending shivers through my nerves.
“Do you want to go inside?” he murmured, brushing his lips against my cheek.
I nodded, eager to hear the rest of the story, less eager to leave his arms.
“I can’t wait to marry you.” His lips curved into a smile against my skin before he brushed one last kiss against the hollow of my temple.
As we made our way into the living room, Madison and Colton came into view, already at home on the couch. She wore a smile from ear to ear but refrained from saying anything. I was sure she already knew everything he was about to tell me.
“Interestingly enough, I didn’t have to do as much as I thought I would once I decided to not fake propose. There wasn’t much of a window because of Laurel’s production style, but I got in touch with the right people to save myself. Turns out, the studio was looking for a reason to get rid of Laurel, and I gave them plenty to work with.”
I stared at him, baffled. “What did you give them?”
“Well first, I told them about how much she lied and manipulated to produce and create the show she wanted to. They want great ratings, but not at the cost she was delivering them.”
“She planted Amber.”
She’d manipulated me from the beginning to get what she wanted, so it shouldn’t have surprised me that Amber was her idea. Yet, I hadn’t seen it coming. For once, I’d been immersed in a bubble of bliss, oblivious to her villainous ways.
“She did a lot. She claimed she doctored the video of me dropping off Amber and videos of us sneaking out to your café too.”
“That knight in shining armor thing really cost you big, huh?” I raised an eyebrow, then resumed rubbing his arm.
“Only temporarily.” He leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to my lips.
“What else did you give them?”
“I gave them a limited-edition series idea, one they really gobbled up.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I asked if they were interested in Laurel’s take on what love in a small town is like, or if they wanted a true small-town love story.” He moved me away from him enough to lean forward and grab the rose off the coffee table. “Speaking of which, Harper Evans, will you accept my last rose, ever?”
“I already accepted your proposal. I have to take your rose too? I mean, I have a whole shop of those—”
He cut me off with a kiss, laughing as he did it.
“I pitched them a show about a champion snowboarder and this beautiful florist, and the story of how they fell in love.”
“Flynn, I don’t want to do any more television shows.” I angled my head uncertainly. “That didn’t work out so well last time.”
“This time, we’d have full control. The network absolutely loved it. Besides, don’t you want to hear the name?”
I laughed. “I don’t think it’s going to change my mind.”
“Love at the Flower Café.”
“You’re serious,” I breathed.
He gathered me into his arms, holding me as close as he could. “We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.”
“They’re going to tell the story of how we fell in love here? In my café.”
“Think that will get you the exposure you wanted, buttercup?”
“I can’t believe you did that. What do you get out of it?”
“The network saw multiple perks to this idea. Obviously, the main one was getting a love story after I kind of botched the other one. You know, no proposal.” He grinned down at me. “But they also seemed to think it gave me the redemption I need to revive my career.”
