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I nod my head. “It is.”
“But…” Abbi finally pipes up and I turn to look at her.
“But quitting a steady job with a steady paycheck is terrifying. Plus, if I have to move back in with my mother because I fail, I will be mortified.”
“That won’t happen,” Jane says.
“Yeah, you can room with me if you do,” Molly says and April pinches her on the arm.
“Don’t say she’ll fail!”
Molly gapes. “I didn’t! I offered her a safe placeifshe fails.”
I can’t help it. I giggle at the ridiculousness of these ladies. When I’m finally in control, Jane leans in.
“So, have you talked to Archer yet?”
I sigh and shake my head. “No. He sent another bouquet this week. Larkspur.”
“What does that stand for?” Abbi asks.
I explained the significance of the morning glories and asters to them, so it’s no surprise that they’re asking about these. “The July flower. The month we got together.”
As if cued, all the ladies “aww” at the same time. It’s ridiculous, but also… yeah. I swooned a lot.
“What are you going to do?”
I shrug again. I honestly have no idea.
Chapter Forty-Eight
“Women love to be wooed. I’m an expert. No way would I ever take my girl to a restaurant for a slice of cake. No, I buy the whole damn thing, cover my body in the frosting and let her lick it off. It’s called sacrifice.” – Derek
ARCHER
“You what?” The question comes from Derek, who is sitting on our couch. We’re all home, minus Enzo, and decided to order pizza and chill, catching up with each other.
“I’m trying to win her back.”
“Why do you need to do that? I thought you guys were official,” Garrett asks, leaning back in the recliner with a beer rested on his knee. He’s been rather quiet about the whole thing, but I know he listens to everyone whether he joins in on the conversation or not.
“She dumped me.”
His only reaction is to raise his brow. Warren sighs and Derek grumbles. Mike is sitting at his computer, but makes a sound of sympathy. Chris comes back with more beer.
This is the support I need, I guess.
“So, what have you done to win her over?” Derek asks, resting his elbows on his knees and looking me in the eye. Of all the guys, he’s the one that lives for this shit. The grand gestures, the romantic love. I don’t know how the dude is still single, because he wants to be a boyfriend so bad you can see it all over his face.
“I’ve been sending her flowers.”
They all look over at me, blinking and not giving me anything.
“What?” I ask.
“That’s it?” Derek says.
“They’re meaningful. Like her birth month flower and the month we met, not just like grocery store flowers or anything.”
