Elaine
Grayson had lost his mind.
Yeah, that sounded about right.
It was the only way to describe his actions following the annoying visit from Gabrielle.
Did he think this would make it all better?
I narrowed my eyes at the avalanche of flowers lining every available space in my living area. Delivered by Dante.
"From Mr. Frost," he'd simply said, a smile gracing his lips.
The first basket stole my heart. I shouldn't have let it, but I did. It was too cute.
The next bouquet, a sweet arrangement of pretty wild flowers, thirty minutes later, had me scrunching my nose.
An hour after that, I couldn't even identify the flowers, something exotic that smelled divine. I thought it would be a shame to return them even if I refused to play this game with Grayson. Besides, I'd thought that w
