Page 60 of Yearning For Her
“Wait, all of these?” Willow asked.
The man smiled sheepishly. “Yeah. But, uh, this is just some of them.”
“Some of them? What do you mean?”
“There’s more in the van. Oh, and…in the cars.”
“What? I…I didn’t order any of these.”
“They’re from him,” said one of the women behind the delivery man, turning her head and nodding toward someone outside Willow’s view.
Willow stepped out onto the porch. Her eyes widened when they landed on Kian.
He stood at his car, which was parked along the curb in front of two other cars and the florist’s van. He leaned back on his vehicle, hands in his coat pockets and a sultry smirk upon his lips. Even from that distance, even in the deepening darkness, she could make out the smug gleam in his eyes.
“Evening, Violet,” he called.
“You… I…” Willow blinked.
“Should we bring these inside?” the delivery man asked, drawing her attention back to him.
“Um, sure? Just…put them wherever there’s room, I guess.”
He nodded and stepped into her home.
Willow crossed her arms over her chest as she watched the other delivery people file in. They soon emerged, hurried back to their vehicles, and retrieved another load of flower arrangements. In her shock, she quickly lost count of the number of trips they made—and the number of bouquets and vases they carried inside.
She looked away from them only when Kian approached her. “Kian, what is this?”
He stopped beside her, leaning a shoulder against the house. “I bought you flowers, obviously.”
“When you buy someone flowers, it usually means a single bouquet. This looks like you bought the whole shop!”
“I did.”
“But…but… This must’ve cost a fortune!”
“Ah, Willow, what value does money hold compared to your happiness?”
Willow opened her mouth to say something only to snap it shut. The whole shop? What was she supposed to say?
“That’s all of them,” a woman said as she and her companions exited the house. She smiled at Willow. “We hope you love them.”
Willow returned the smile. “Thank you.” As the delivery people walked to the curb, Willow looked back at Kian and swept a hand toward the parked vehicles. “This is ridiculous.”
He grinned, and damn him if it wasn’t stunning. “If by ridiculous you mean amazingly thoughtful, you are correct.”
Shaking her head, she stepped back into her home and stopped abruptly. Floral arrangements covered every flat surface that had been available—the windowsills, the tables, the bookcases. “My house looks like a botanical garden vomited into it.”
Kian chuckled behind her. “You’ve quite a way with words.”
She pressed her fingers to her temples and closed her eyes. This was unbelievable. Exhaling slowly, she lowered her hands, opened her eyes, and turned toward Kian. He had followed her inside and closed the door, and now was standing not a foot away from her. She took a step back.
“Kian, there is such a thing as overdoing it.” She gestured to her living room. “As thoughtful and as sweet as this is, it’s all too much.”
His brow knitted, his smile fell, and his shoulders slumped ever so slightly. “You’re displeased?”
The way he deflated sent a guilty pang to Willow’s heart that made her feel like the worst person in the world. “No. No, I’m not,” she hurried to say. “It’s just… You don’t need to buy me.”