Jasper could accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Well, his money could. Even when the florist insisted she couldn’t get an arrangement put together for Valentine’s Day—which was the very next day—she suddenly could when he mentioned a price tag in the thousands.
He didn’t care how much it cost to get him the table he wanted at Sasha’s favorite restaurant, or if he had to fake sickness to get out of his business dealings. He wanted everything on February fourteenth to be absolutely perfect.
Jacqueline made heart-shaped pancakes, scrambled eggs, and orange juice and then conveniently disappeared with Jasper’s envelope of money mere seconds before Sasha keyed in the code to the front door.
He hadn’t put a list of chores on the table today, and instead, he leaned in the archway lead
