Kiera stood there dumbfounded for a second before giving a hesitant nod, letting the delivery person press the bouquet into her hands.
"These flowers are from Mr. Heath Vaughn. Please sign here."
She glanced over her shoulder at Heath, who'd been waiting in the living room, raising an expectant eyebrow as if urging her to accept them. Biting back a protest, she scribbled her name, shut the door, and stormed over to him.
"What the hell is this?" she demanded.
Ignoring her tone, Heath countered, "Do you like them?"
"No."
She slammed the roses down onto the coffee table. Leah snatched them up, tilting her head. "Mommy, why don't you like them?"
"...Because," Kiera forced a smile, softening for her daughter's sake, "Mommy's more of a sunflower person."
Leah's eyes widened. Turning to H
