Emily opened the door wide, flowers almost hitting her face as she frowned.
“Emily Ruiz?”
“Umm, yes.” She muttered, looking at the massive bouquet of red roses and white calla lilies the delivery man carried.
“These are for you.” He said handing her the thick crystal vase before turning and walking away.
Emily’s frown deepened as she nudged the door closed and moved to sit the heavy vase on her coffee table. If Vincent knew her, he would know that flowers weren’t the way to win her over.
She stood back looking at the bouquet, sure it was pretty. Flowers that were cut died. She could appreciate their beauty, but their death always made her sad. Leaning forward, she caught the fragrant scent of the blooms as she searched for the card.
“Those are pretty,” CJ said as he walked t
