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I look up from the pile of paperwork on my desk and roll my eyes at my old friend.
“You should know me better than that, Carlos.”
Shrugging, he smiles and says, “Well, I hoped. After all, we were surprised when you announced that you were taking the first two weeks off. Not to mention it was last minute. Chloe hasn’t even been able to get you away lately.”
I think about my best friend, whom I haven’t been attentive to for several months. I need to call her or visit her soon.
I rub my tired eyes and nod. “Yeah, I needed a break.”
“Who’re you telling. We’ve watched you work your ass off the last few years, and you’ve only taken one vacation in three years, and that was when you went to Europe for those two months that you were away,” he says.
I groan internally. I still hate that my staff thinks that I was on vacation during that time. I’m not one to allow everyone in my business, but I also don’t like lying to people I know who care about me.
“Well, I had fun while I was away,” I admit.
“Good. You deserve it.”
I did have fun before all hell broke loose.
“So, whydidyou come back home? And who was that man that called? You finally got a new boyfriend?”
“No, Carlos, I’m reserving my heart for you,” I say, smiling at him.
He laughs and says, “Good. Because I’ve told Julia the next time she threatens to kick me out of the house for snoring, I’m moving in with you.”
Laughing at him, I reply, “And if that happens, I’ll move in with Julia. God bless her soul.”
“What about me?” he asks, holding his arms out at his waist.
“I can’t deal with the snoring, Carlos.”
He chuckles just as Guadalupe sticks her head in the door. “Yaya?”
“Si cariño?”
“Venga conmigo por favor?"
I look to Carlos, who shrugs, and then I push my chair out from my desk as I leave my office and follow Guadalupe. Carlos is behind me partially to ensure everything is okay and partially because he’s just nosy.
When we arrive at the front reception desk, I see a large bouquet of long-stemmed pink roses. They cover the entire front desk, and I see that Guadalupe has had to remove her nameplate from the counter down to her desk, where people can’t see it when they first arrive.
“Dios mio!” Carlos whispers behind me.
“Que demonios!” I mutter. “There must be at least a hundred roses here!”
“Five hundred, to be exact. There are ten bouquets here with fifty roses in each bouquet,” Guadalupe informs me, still looking bewildered.
“Who are they for?” I ask.
“You,” Guadalupe says.
“Me?” I ask, jerking my thumb at myself.
“Sí.”
I blow out a huge breath.
“Who would have sent you this many flowers, Yaya?” Carlos asks.
