![]() ![]() Ricky clapped the card against his chest, not wanting to share, though there was nothing particularly personal on it. “Is it from a guy you’re dating? What’s his name?” Cecelia said, trying to peer over his shoulder. Ricky blinked at it as if expecting the whole thing to disappear in a puff of smoke. He’d included his phone number below his name. ![]() If you’ll give me a second chance, I’d love to apologize and make it up to you. My head was kind of a mess, but I shouldn’t have treated you badly. I’m sorry for the way I behaved the other morning. “No, I was just wondering.” He plucked the envelope from where it was nestled between the blooms, ripped it open, and read the card. Why, were you expecting something for Rosie?” He’d been very careful since then to keep it as separate as possible. He’d had one overly friendly fan who’d crossed a line once and showed up at the hotel. Very few people knew that he worked here. “Ricky or Rosie?” He felt a trickle of disquiet run through him. Are you sure they’re for me?” Ricky asked faintly. A bronze ceramic pot held sprays of deep orange, rust, and coppery-colored orchids, birds of paradise, and other exotic flowers and greenery. ![]() He stopped dead in his tracks at the bouquet of flowers on his desk. Come on.” She led him down the hall, and Ricky followed, feeling very puzzled. It looks like you have an admirer,” Cecilia teased. “You got a delivery while you were on lunch. ![]()
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