Blossoms of Love by J.M. Jeffries

Author:J.M. Jeffries
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2016-08-15T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

Greer had been reluctant to part from Daniel, but every day was a workday from now until the parade. She needed to check out the welder’s work on the wing and see if John had finished repairing the hydraulic system.

But first she had another job to do. The evening she’d spent watching the constellations with Daniel had given Greer an idea. The idea had germinated the last two days and blossomed while she was getting her breakfast this morning. Suddenly it all clicked in her mind, coming together with such completeness, her fingers itched to draw it out.

She walked into the reception area of Courtland Float Designs. Sadie, their Jill-of-all-office-chores, snickered at her.

“What’s wrong?” Greer asked.

“You’ll see,” Sadie said in a mysterious tone just as the phone rang and she lifted it to her ear.

As Greer walked down the long hall to her office, Rachel peeled out of her office and fell into step with her.

“You must have had a really nice weekend.” She drew out the word really as though it was fourteen syllables long.

“What do you mean?” Greer asked, suddenly curious. Rachel’s remark, combined with Sadie’s odd comment, told her something was going on.

Chelsea poked her head out of her office and grinned at Greer. She joined them.

“Why are you coming to my office with me?” Greer asked.

“We’re having a meeting,” Chelsea said.

Rachel grinned. “Yeah. A meeting.”

Greer didn’t like the way her sisters sounded. What was going on?

She flung open the door to her office and was almost blown backward by the intense fragrance of roses. She staggered against the doorjamb.

Every surface and half the floor were filled with roses. Dozens of roses in every color.

“You must have really made an impression on Daniel,” Chelsea said slyly.

Greer stared at the roses. The riot of color made her head ache. This didn’t sound like Daniel. He wasn’t this flamboyant. She found a card dangling from a stem and opened the envelope.

Roses are red.

Roses are blue.

But they don’t compete

With the beauty that’s you.

—Logan Pierce

“What is this?” Chelsea grabbed the card. “Logan Pierce? I could have sworn these roses came from Daniel.” She sounded so disappointed, Greer almost laughed.

“Not his style,” Greer said.

“And it is Logan Pierce’s style,” Rachel said.

“How do you know about Logan Pierce’s style?” Greer asked.

“I’m a fan,” Rachel replied. “I watch his show.”

“But you don’t like sports,” Greer said.

“I like to look at guys who play sports.” Rachel’s voice was defensive.

“What are you going to do?” Chelsea gestured at all the flowers.

“We’ll get Dad’s truck and take them over to the children’s hospital. But first, I should call him and say thank you.” Greer reached for her phone and walked back out into the hall. The scent of the roses was so overpowering, she was getting a headache. Rachel and Chelsea grinned at her and leaned against the wall.

“Go away,” Greer said.

“Not a chance,” Rachel said.

Greer dialed Logan’s number. He’d flown back to New York the night before, so at least she didn’t have to agree to a date with him as a way of thanking him.

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