. Streetlights flickered over puddles reflecting the gray skyline of Manhattan,
was Ros
Upper West Side didn't pay much, but it allowed her hands to be close to the beauty she had always loved-flowers, especially wild ones. Roses were
they we
the alley shortcut she knew by heart. That's when the black car pull
he step
In a sharply tailored suit and an expression that belonged more in boardrooms tha
His voice was de
lied, chin lif
could have melted ice. "I don'
im, unimpressed.
billionaire, media-dubbed genius, and one of New York's most el
linging to her skin, her steps echoing in
a ride," he offe
aid without stoppi
a brow.
you don't do favor
him. Who wa
nto the fog, vanishing lik
ter, she sa
rked, when the bell chimed and the air shifted. She looked up and froze. It was him. Dry th
wers," he s
d a brow.
sel
d. "You buy flowe
ay I
phiniums and white peonies. He watched her fingers move with
black card whe
she said with
urprise.
omething strange to his heartbeat. "
d walked out with the bouque
omen threw themselves at him. Investors begged
. she intr
one with the same steady tone, no matter who they were. He found himself thinki
retu
Wedn
es. Sometimes tuli
othing, choosing instead to treat him like any other cust
Thursday,
nne
trimming a bouque
"You don't even wa
e it wouldn
y n
ate men who think
hat if I told you I w
ed. He was too c
say you'
s, Alexander didn't feel insulted.
o
sked. She finally agreed because he didn't pu
out, it wasn't to a five-star
stro in Harlem. The food was spicy
cross from her like
ed. Reall
wn flower shop, helping girls from her neighborhoo
ered t
oney, but
ss her. He held her hand instead-just briefly-and
were a slow unfurlin
, who'd grown up an orphan, who built an empire from nothing but code
he was learning
rusted men with power, f
hispered confessions. Love bloomed not like fir
one like theirs, neve
is past was wa
ld be tested in ways nei
of fairy lights in her tiny apartment, his
ust a man a
ll
life, Alexander Cain wanted