Mad About You by Joan Kilby

Author:Joan Kilby
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: best friends to lovers, friends to lovers, funny romance, contemporary romance, sexy, sweet
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC (Indulgence)
Published: 2014-02-27T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

“What are these?” Cassy stared stupidly at the tiny bouquet of delicate white and purple flowers that Scott had just handed to her in their hotel suite. They were exquisitely pretty but it was late afternoon and she had just woken from a nap that had left her not refreshed, but cranky. It didn’t help that she blamed herself for this morning’s debacle.

“Wildflowers.” His legs were splattered in mud below his biking shorts, there was a tear in the shoulder seam of his shirt, and his thick hair had been flattened by his helmet. He waited for her response, shifting from bike shoe to bike shoe.

Women love that shit.

And she would, too, if she didn’t know Scott gave women wildflowers when he was trying to get out of a relationship gracefully, or when he didn’t care enough about them to spontaneously know what they would like. Great. She’d just joined the ranks of the long line of women he’d loved and abandoned.

“They’re weeds, Scott. Did you find them growing at the edge of the parking lot?” She tossed them on the coffee table and walked away. There wasn’t anywhere to go but the bedroom. He followed her in there. Immediately, she turned around and walked out again, fighting tears. He hadn’t kissed her or touched her once since they’d made love.

He grabbed her by the arm with a muddy hand and spun her around. “Stop moving and talk to me. I thought you liked wildflowers. You’re always telling me to give women wildflowers.”

“Exactly. Women! Plural. You give every woman you go out with wildflowers.”

“You said that’s the thing to do. You’re not like the others. You’re my best friend.” He shifted uncomfortably. “I didn’t know it wasn’t appropriate. Everything I know about how to treat women, I learned from you.”

“Then take my advice and don’t follow my flippant suggestions!” She knew what came next. First the wildflowers, then the perfume, then the jewelry—more jewelry, to go with the diamond ring—then the trip to Paris. The final brush-off gift would be a fancy sports car. She knew because more than once she’d guided him through every step of the process. All Cassy wanted was something from his heart. No, that wasn’t quite accurate. What she wanted was his heart. Was that so much to ask when she had laid her own on the line? “For an intelligent man, you really don’t have a clue.”

He shrugged, clearly baffled by her reaction. “The white flowers are bellflower and the purple are star gentian. I shouldn’t even have picked them. They’re actually quite rare.”

Of course they were. She dragged her hands over her face. Some cyclists crushed plants beneath their wheels without a second thought, but Scott pulled over and consulted a battered field guide to identify the delicate blossoms. When they had been thirteen, he’d given her a bunch of wild California poppies. She still had those back home in Bellingham, tucked between the pages of her middle school yearbook.

This was terrible.

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