Page 217 of The Heart You Kept

I grab my phone. “I’ll be back in a moment.” I head out the front door as I dial his number.

“Hello,” his deep English voice answers.

“I just got a really beautiful bunch of red roses delivered.” I beam.

“Who were they from?”

“From this really hot guy I know.” I unapologetically swoon through the phone. “Thank you.”

“You’re most welcome.” I can tell that he’s smiling too.

“It means a lot.” And suddenly I feel overemotional, teary even. For so long I dreamed about us and now it’s….

“I’ll be home to pick you up around six,” he tells me.

Home.

“Okay, I’ll see you then.”

I practically float back into the store and read my card again and again.

From the day we met.

Edward xx

I feel like I’m in a fairy tale.

The day has been hectic and we’re here late, still moving furniture around to try and fit the large shipment of the furniture that arrived today.

The bell above the door rings and I glance up to see Edward, he’s wearing a charcoal suit and the look he gives me could set the place on fire.

“Good evening, Mr. Prescott.” I smile.

“Hello.” He kisses me on the cheek as he takes my hand in his.

Helene walks around the corner. “Oh.” She rolls her eyes in a dramatic way. “Hello, Mr. Prescott,” she says sarcastically. “Still don’t like me?”

“No.” He looks at her deadpan. “I don’t, actually.”

She smiles at his reply. “And how long are you not going to like me for?”

“Five to ten business days,” he mutters dryly. “At least.”

She giggles and gets back to cleaning.

Edward looks around. “Where’s Johnathon?”

“My name is Jonty,” Jonty calls from the back room.

“Whatever it is,” Edward calls back. “Hello.”

“Maybe I don’t like you either,” Jonty teases.

“Feeling is mutual, so not offended.”

I smile up at my gorgeous man, I love that he’s trying to be friendly with them.

He’s not great at it, but at least it’s a start.