She snorted. "Who's Trevor?"
The flutter turned to fireworks behind my ribs.What if she'd meant –
No.
No way.
That couldn't be it.
Could it?
I didn't get to ask, because just then, the front door jingled open.
And in walked…him.
My heart stuttered so hard I nearly forgot how to breathe.
It was Griff – but not the Griff who'd worked in my shop, not the guy with grease under his nails or chain oil on his jeans.
No, this was Montgomery Freaking Griffin in full billionaire bloom.
He wore charcoal slacks and a white dress shirt so sleek it looked custom-made. Everything about him – from his cocky stride to his sheer presence – screamed money.
Lots of money.
And worst of all? Or should I saybestof all?
He was carrying a bouquet.
It was huge and colorful – pink and red with white daisies, the kind of flowers that radiated romance, hope, andI love youall at once.
My heart hammered in my chest. I had to remind myself that he had never said it, not even once.
And neither had I.
But here he was.
My throat went dry, my knees started to wobble, and words utterly failed. I just stood there, stricken behind the counter, whilesomebody'smom stood watching me like she'd been rooting for this moment all along.
She leaned close to whisper, "Just so you know, those flowers aren't for me."
79
The Time Zone Twist
Griff
This wasn't how it was supposed to happen.
I'd planned everything, down to the minute. And already, it was going off the rails.
And yet, as I stood there, staring at Maisie from across the shop, I couldn't bring myself to care.
Her lips were parted, and her eyes were very bright. Her chestnut hair was twisted up in that familiar ponytail with a few wayward strands framing her face. She looked so achingly sweet, nothing on this Earth could've made me look away.
My breath caught as her eyes filled with something I couldn't quite name.Shock? Hope? Something more?
Whatever it was, it squeezed at my chest, reminding me that it was long past time to make things right.
