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Her eyes widened with disbelief. “You’reSummer Girl? What happened while I was gone? And this means there’s aSummer Boy! Who is he?”
Tiffany smiled as she read the card.Summer girl, I know you said you’re not a flower girl because they die, so I had these made for you. They’ll last forever. Just don’t water them. I wasn’t sure where you stood on plants. If you hate them, you can give them to your father. Congratulations on your office space. Another step toward becoming the best of the best (which you already are, IMHO). D.
“You have thirty seconds to spill your guts and tell me who sent these or I swear I will take your phone and call every single contact until someone fesses up.”
Tiffany laughed. “His name is Dylan. Dylan Bad.”
“You’re hooking up with Mick’s brother?” Miranda looked appalled.
“How do you know he’s Mick’s brother? I didn’t even know until…Well, that doesn’t matter. How do you know?”
“Youdidn’t know because you are so overbooked all the time that you have no time for fun. Remember last winter when we were invited to Mick’s holiday office party? You had a meeting at the same time. I went to the party and saw all his incredibly hot brothers.”
“Please tell me you and Dylan didn’t…” Her stomach lurched.
Miranda rolled her eyes and looked over the flowers and plants. “Of course not! I didn’t even meet Dylan. I only saw him. But now I wish I had.”
Tiffany glared at her, even though she knew she was only kidding. Miranda was very careful about the men she dated, and she wasn’t the type of woman who had no-strings-attached sex.Neither am I anymore.
“Wait. So are you actuallydatinghim? As in going out more than once? He’s not just trying to win you over?”
Tiffany couldn’t suppress her grin.
“Tiffany!” Miranda bounced on her heels like she’d just been told she won the lottery. “I’ve worked for you for years. I’ve seen hot sports figures hit on you. General managers and sponsors send you all sorts of gifts. You never give any of them a second look. Suddenly you move to New York, I go away for one week, and you’re getting sent all these gorgeous gifts,dating, andnotrolling your eyes? Thismustbe serious.”
Serious wasn’t a word Tiffany had thought about. In fact, she realized, she hadn’t tried to determinewhatshe and Dylan were. They’d been staying at each other’s apartments every night and seeing each other every day. They had become agiven. She smiled with the realization that they’d become what she’d seen in Dylan’s eyes since early on.
“Yeah, I guess we are serious.” Her stomach didn’t cramp up when she said it. Fear didn’t consume her—happiness did.
“Wow. This is bigger news than when you won that seven-year Giants contract.”
“Don’t make a big deal out of it,” she said as if she didn’t completely agree—which she did. But she had a reputation to uphold.
“But itisa big deal. I love that he sent you paper flowers. He knows you so well already. But how did he get in here?”
He did know her well. So well that when she’d gotten into his shower the other morning she’d found new bottles of her favorite shampoo, conditioner, and body wash.
“I’m sure Phoebe, the woman who owns the building, let him in. They’re friends.” She pulled out her phone and Miranda snagged it from her hands.
“Hold up a bouquet. I’ll take a picture of you with them. It’ll be more meaningful.” As she took pictures of Tiffany, she said, “I was wondering why you took a few hours to get back to me sometimes.”
Tiffany wasn’t surprised that Miranda had noticed, but it made her wonder if her clients had, too. She set down the flowers just as a heavy knock sounded at the door. The delivery truck had arrived with the furniture, and she was glad for the distraction.
BETHANY LOOKED THROUGH her new binoculars out her bedroom window. Her grandmother had made her a neon pink cap that she wore proudly and had given her the binoculars earlier in the day. She and Dylan were bird-watching out the window. Only the birds weren’t cooperating, so they turned to people-watching.
“Anything good?” Dylan asked, peering out the window beside her.
She pushed his head down beneath the sill. “Get lower. They’ll see you.” She was feeling much better than last week, and she was in full detective mode.
“Won’t they see you?”
“I’m hiding behind the binoculars.” She giggled. “They make me invisible.”
He loved her sense of humor. “Maybe I should have brought my own binoculars.”
“Duh.” She laughed. “When I’m better I’m going to spy oneveryonein my neighborhood. Forget bird-watching. This is way more fun. There’s a fat lady coming in with a little boy.”
“That’s not very nice.”
