I’m almost calm by the time I get home from work, having convinced myself that the bouquet was Marcus’s payback for my dumb texts last night. It was definitely a cowardly move on my part to claim that I’d sent that “hey” to the wrong person, but I panicked and didn’t know what else to do.
There was no reason for me to be texting him at nearly three in the morning, other than the obvious—and I’m not ready to go there.
I’m tempted to call Kendall and tell her about the texts and the tulips—which, by some odd coincidence, happen to be my favorite flowers—but I resist. She’d twist it all around, and next thing I know, I’d be thinking that Marcus is still interested in me instead of being well on his way to marrying Emmeline or some other equally perfect woman.
No, I need to forget all about
