*DO WE HAVE A DEAL?*
Flora's POV
“You came to pick me up… in a helicopter?” The words flew out of my mouth in a squeak that would have embarrassed Lucille if she had been there.
I stood on the rooftop, wind whipping my hair like I was the tragic heroine in a bad rom-com, staring at the sleek black machine. Because, of course, Tyler Sinclair wouldn’t just drive a normal car like a normal human. Nooo. He had to roll up with a whole helicopter like some billionaire hockey prince who moonlights as a dramatic entrance specialist.
Tyler remained unfazed. “Yes.”
I blinked rapidly, trying to reboot my brain. “Do you always do this? Show up with flying machines when you want to take a girl somewhere?”
“Only for special occasions,” he replied, his voice low and annoyingly calm.
My brain short
