“This is stunning, lass. I think it’s my favorite one yet.” He paused, head tilted as he took in every line and color of the painting. “Interesting color choice for your rose. Creativity and potential melded with magic and majesty and love.”
She set the bottle down and stared at him. “You know flower meanings? How?”
“A friend of mine owns the floral shop in Devyn, and to be honest, flower lore has always fascinated me. It’s a family tradition Dad brought over from Scotland along with his Scottish Highland cattle.”
“You are a very intriguing man, Brodie.” She narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips as he glanced over his shoulder at her, and she noticed that he’d picked Bard up at some point. The cat had his paws over Brodie’s other shoulder and was currently nudging the man with his nose,
