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Jenny steps back and glares at Dip, who’s standing at my side. “She’s mine tonight. You promised.”
Dip raises his hands. “I know. But if I leave her here, Little Man is coming with me.”
My friend pretends to think it over and finally nods. “Fine. I’ve decided not to open tonight anyway.”
“What?” I ask. “Why?”
“Because you and I are having a girl’s night.”
“We are?”
“We are. Complete with wine and gossip and movies with hot guys.”
“And that’s my cue to leave,” Dip grumbles. He tugs me into his chest and kisses me, right there in front of Jenny and Little Man. Not that I’m complaining. When he pulls away, he winks. “Have fun. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Okay.”
“Oh, hey, Dip,” Little Man calls as he steps out of the kitchen. “We heading back to the clubhouse?”
“Yep. I’m springing you from guard duty.”
“Aw, it wasn’t so bad.”
Little Man walks up to Jenny and wraps his arm around her shoulders. Dip arches a brow, and my mouth drops open.
“Pick you up at seven on Thursday?” Little Man asks Jenny.
“I’ll be ready.”
He presses a kiss to her cheek before he and Dip leave, and I stare at her incredulously.
“Um… what was that?”
“That was…” Her face falls. “Oh, hell, I don’t know.”
“Let’s go upstairs, and you can tell me all about it,” I suggest.
“I’ll grab the wine and meet you up there.”
I head through the kitchen and up the stairs to my apartment, the one I’ve only slept in once. It’s been really nice staying with Dip, but it feels good to come back to my own space.
When I push open the door, my eyes widen at the sight before me. There are five vases full of different colored roses on the small table. I rush forward and look for a card, smiling when I spot it tucked under one of the vases.
I open the florist’s envelope and read the short handwritten note.
Kennedy,
I didn’t know if you’d ever experienced the joy of receiving flowers just because but thought you should.
Always, Dip
“Holy shit!”
I whirl around at Jenny’s exclamation, tears sliding down my cheeks. I have gotten flowers before, but neverjust because.
“I hope those are happy tears,” Jenny says, closing the apartment door behind her. I hand her the note, and she reads it. “Yep, definitely happy tears.”
My phone pings, and I reach into my purse to grab it. Glancing at the screen only causes more tears to fall.
