Chapter 320


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    I was totally speechless. I was just about to say something when Idris hit me with, “You’re not gonna


    bail on dinner too, right?”


    Awesome. He had me backed into a corner.


    I pursed my lips, shot him a skeptical nce, and muttered, “Sure, if you’ve got nothing better to do,


    dinner’s cool.”


    Feeling irked, I was not in the mood to hang around and talk, so I spun on my heel to take off. I had


    only made it a few steps when I paused and threw a look over my shoulder at him. His usually


    handsome face was now sporting a weird redness. “Hey, just so you know, you’re looking a bit feverish.


    You might want to take some meds.”


    As I walked into the police station that morning, I could not shake off the sight of his cheeks, all pink


    and flushed. At first, I thought he was just shaking off thest bits of sleep, but the redness stuck


    around way after we stepped outside. That is when it clicked: he must have slept in his car overnight,


    and the cold got to him.


    “Alright!” he suddenly burst out, the hard lines of his face melting into something gentler. Our eyes met,


    and he nodded. “Got it.”


    The way he switched gears so fast left me feeling super awkward. I did not stick around to dwell on it,


    though. I just turned around and made a beeline for the safety of Scott Corporation. Idris and I were


    different now. Our chats and hangouts had this weird new vibe, not as uptight and by–the–book as


    before. Maybe it was because of the divorce. I felt like I could breathe again, but my fuse was way


    shorter now.


    Strutting into Scott Corp with my arms full of blooms, I caught a bunch of stares. I pped on my best


    “everything’s peachy” grin and zipped to my office.


    I dumped the flowers on my desk and just stared. Who would do something like this?


    They were definitely nice to look at, but flowers out of nowhere?


    Was it Maxwell ying secret admirer?


    Just as I thought about him, Maxwell strolled in, his arms loaded with papers. His eyes caught sight of


    the flowers, and he could not help but sh a cheeky grin. “Well, well, what’s all this? Looks like


    someone’s got a secret admirer, huh?”


    I gave him a pointed look. “These aren’t from you?”


    He stared at me like I had just turned


    What’s going on in that brain of your to an alien. “Why would I be sending you flowers?


    Okay, he had a point.


    His eyes narrowed a bit as he leaned in. “You seriously have no idea who they are from?”


    I locked eyes with him, totally speechless. “You know something, don’t you?”


    He


    gave augh and a casual shrug, his face telling me he was too swamped to y detective.” I just


    came back to Lake City again, and work has got me buried. No time to dig into your love” stories.”


    I sighed and gave the mysterious flowers another puzzled look. Who had decided to y secret


    admirer if Idris and Maxwell were out of the picture?


    My phone did a little dance with a few buzzes.


    Charlie’s name popped up on the screen, and I could not help but flick my gaze to the flowers in front of


    me. Maxwell caught my surprised look, and a mischievous smile crept onto his face, as though he was


    in the front row at the movies watching the best scene.


    I shook off his amused stare and answered the call. Charlie’s voice, as deep and smooth as


    said, “Do you like the flowers?”


    ever,


    His question caught me off guard. “Wait, you are the one who sent them?” I stammered, my thoughts


    racing to catch up. Why would Charlie send me flowers, of all things?


    His voice had a yful tone, and I could almost picture him smiling. “I swung by the police station to


    drop off those flowers and noticed you seemed to dig them. I just wanted to say thanks forst night. I


    wasn’t sure what you were into, so I went with flowers. Got a favorite? Roses, or something else?”


    I was so thrown off that all I could blurt out was, “Mr. Yates, why are you sending me flowers?


    “Just showing some gratitude,” Charlie said, his chuckle warm and easy.


    I was totally tongue–tied. “Gratitude for what?”


    “I had an awesome timest night, and I’m still riding that high. I just wanted to share the good vibes


    with you,” he said, his grin wide and infectious.


    I was totally thrown. “You already gave me somethingst night.”


    He gave a little hum, like he was acknowledging a song only he could hear. “Yeah, but I wanted to give


    you even more. Are not you into them?”


    Ugh, seriously?


    Did all rich kids think happiness was apetition in giving away stuff?


    I was tongue–tied for a second, but then I found my words. “I appreciate them, thanks. But you know,


    you really don’t have to keep doing this. Sharing your happiness does not mean you. have to give


    things away. Sometimes, just talking about it with a friend is all you need.”


    “Can we chatter?” Charlie’s words were like music to my ears.


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    I found myself nodding, forgetting for a second he could not actually see me, and blurted out, “Yeah, of


    course.”


    “Awesome!” he said, then there was nothing. Just dead air.


    I was sure he would drop the call, but right when I was about to break the silence, he came back with,


    “You doing anything tonight? How about we go out for dinner?”


    Suddenly, I had dinner ns that could have been ripped from the pages of a rom, just like the


    date I had nned with Idris. Both of them wanting to take me out on the same night was a wild twist of


    fate.


    I sighed quietly before answering the call, “I’m not sure I can make it; we’re mmed at work


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    “It’s all good. I’ll wait for you,” came theforting reply, the voice on the other end warm and


    considerate, with a hint of extra care.