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“There’s a delivery for you down at reception.”
I glanced up from the computer screen. “What?”
Delaney leaned over the desk and whispered. “Someone sent you flowers.”
“Huh?” My brain couldn’t comprehend what Delaney was saying. Who the hell would be sending me flowers?
She knocked on my head and laughed. “Are you awake now? Someone sent you flowers, and they are at the reception desk.”
I was locked away in my office on the peds floor trying to be invisible. I had picked up so many shifts in the ER that it seemed like I hadn’t even left the floor.
“Who sent them?”
Delaney rolled her eyes. “You’re gonna have to go down there and get them. I wasn’t that nosy when I looked at them.”
Now, it was my turn to roll my eyes. “What good of a friend are you if you can’t do my snooping for me?”
“I actually didn’t see them. I was in the lounge getting a cup of coffee when I heard a few of the nurses talking about the huge vase of flowers for you.”
I stood up and stretched my arms over my head. “I can only imagine what they were saying.”
Delaney waved her hand. “Those are just unnecessary details, girl.”
That just proved they were talking shit about me. “Come with me to get them.”
Delaney shook her head. “Unfortunately, I only had time to run up here to tell you about them. Dr. Dickhead is on the rampage right now. I swear to God, that man is just a walking and talking dick.”
“But everyone just thinks he’s so charming and nice,” I laughed. “How can you not like him?”
Delaney walked with me to the elevator and rode down to the first floor with me. She headed off to the ER while I made my way to the front entrance where registration was.
I spotted the flowers and was thoroughly impressed with how large they were. I smiled at Pat who was working the desk.
“Look what came for you,” she gushed. “They are so beautiful, and they just smell amazing. Everyone keeps commenting on them.”
I put my hands on the vase and slowly spun it around. “They are something.” I looked for a card tucked into the flowers but I didn’t see one. “Was there a card delivered with them?”
Pat shook her head. “Nope. The delivery man just said they were for Mave Clark.”
“Interesting.” I had been hoping they were from Roc, and they could have been, but without a card, I didn’t know.
If I texted him a thank you for the flowers, I ran the risk of them possibly not being from him and making the awkwardness between us even worse. I hefted the flowers into my arms with a smile to Pat and made my way back to the fourth floor. My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I struggled to pull it out as I juggled the flowers in my arms.
Who were they from?
Of course it was Delaney. She should have just came with me to get them.
I made it back to the fourth floor and set the flowers on my desk. I inspected the flowers more closely before I texted Delaney.
After I pricked my finger on two of the roses, it was verified there wasn’t a card.
No card. No idea who they are from.
Roc. She replied simply.
I rolled my eyes. I wasn’t sure if flowers delivered were his style. Not a clue. Won’t know.
Ask him.
Uh, yeah. That was big fat no. The man had basically opened the door and pushed me out of it. I was doubtful they were from him. Get back to work. I’ll talk to you later.
Chicken.
Damn right, I was a chicken.
I moved the flowers to the corner of my desk and spent the rest of my day staring at them trying to figure out who had sent them.
The chicken in me won out, and I didn’t text Roc.
My heart wasn’t ready for that.
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