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“No,” she began hoarsely. “These are for me.”
“But you aren’t dating anyone and…” Amanda’s voice trailed off, as June looked up at her slowly.
“Just because I’m a widow and I’m choosing not to date right now, doesn’t mean that someone cannot send me flowers – and newsflash? Not everyone is after you, Amanda.”
She didn’t mean it to come off so nasty, but the woman was quite annoying, and the fact that she was so sure no one could have sent the roses to her was just irritating. Leaning in, she took a deep breath and breathed in the soft hint of perfume, still reeling.
This was not a cheap bouquet – and she would have flipped if they were bright red roses, the color of love. Instead, these were soft, unassuming, and actually pretty perfect.
Sitting down, she sent another email to Ian, knowing she wouldn’t be able to concentrate until she said, ‘Thank you’.
Dear Ian,
I’m not sure why you sent the roses – but thank you. They are stunning, and too much.
Sincerely,
June
* * *
The following Monday,June walked into the office with her lunch, intending to eat at her desk while she searched again for houses for her clients. It was a tough market, and right now everything was going exceedingly quick, resulting in a lot of frustration.
Looking up, she stopped in her tracks, and there beside her roses that were still blooming, was a vase of purple tulips. The heavy flowers were draped over the glass edge, and greenery helped keep them looking full.
Picking up the card off the plastic pic, she withdrew it and read.
Have a great week – I’ll email you Wednesday.
Yours truly,
Ian
“Spill it,” Amanda said bluntly. “Who’s the guy?”
“A friend.”
“Those are not gifts from ‘friends’ – or at least not any I’ve known. Friends hang out and you are always here, working. I don’t think I’ve seen one friend come in here asking for you.”
“Amanda,” June said evenly. “What I do during my spare time is my own, and perhaps if you would put as much dedication into your clients as you do getting into my business, then maybe…”
“My point exactly,” Amanda interrupted. “You’ve got an attitude, and no one normal would want to be around that.”
“Maybe my friend isn’t normal?” June replied, cracking a smile… because it was kinda true. Ian wasn’t some normal guy, and was turning out to be a very hard to understand man. Why did he send her flowers again?
Taking a seat, she pulled out her peanut butter and jelly sandwich, carefully smoothing a paper towel over her lap in case she dropped something, and leaned forward. Taking a bite, she opened up her email and saw Ian had written her – twice!
Sweetest June,
The roses are because I appreciate you – and I wanted you to think of me.
In fact, I want you to start each week with me on your mind. I’m determined to make you smile, laugh, and work my way into your circle of friends. You’ve never met anyone like me - and never will again.
Yours,
Ian
Chuckling, she chewed nervously, realizing the truth of his bold proclamation, and ignoring how it made her feel. No, this was all such a bad idea, and he was coming on way too strong.
