She doubted it. It was probably handed down to him when hebecame alpha, but she couldn’t tell Willow that. “I don’t care.When I refused to go out with him, he offered to payme.”
Willow’s mouth made an O shape. “Hedidn’t.”
“He bloody did. Can you believe hisaudacity?”
“What a total jerk.”
“Yeah, and I told him as much, but I’llprobably lose my job now.”
“Harper wouldn’t do that. Who else is shegoing to get to work for peanuts?”
“I don’t know. No one, probably,” Jamie toldher.
“There you go then; she can’t sackyou.”
“I suppose not. I love my job, and we couldhave done with Grayson Beckett joining—he promised Harper he’d putmore work her way.”
“You’re too nice for your own good.”
“I like helping people, that’s all.”
“And I bet you have no intention ofbilling your boss forthe car repairs and tow truck costs, do you?” Willowadded.
She shrugged. “You know me too well.” Shewouldn’t dream of bothering Harper with the car repair bill whenJamie could easily pay it herself.
Willow’s doorbell rang. “Who’s that?I’m not expecting anydeliveries today.” She plonked her tall tumbler on the table andwent to the door.
Jamie stared at the bottom of her empty glassin dismay. She could do with another mojito after the day she’dhad.
Her friend returned carrying a hugebouquet offlowers.
“Wow, they’re beautiful, Willow. Have you gota new guy you haven’t told me about?”
Willow peered around the blooms. “They’renot for me, Jamie, they’re for you. The delivery lady asked if I’dtake them for you when she got no answer at your door.”
“For me?” Jamie leapt off the sofa andsearched for the card. When she found the tiny envelope, she rippedit open.
One word was written on the card.Sorry.
She harrumphed.
“What? Who are they from?”
“It doesn’t say.” She knew exactly who’d sentthem.
Willow laid the flowers on the coffee table,whipped the card from Jamie’s hand and read it. “I’m guessingthey’re from this Grayson guy?”
“Sorry? Did he honestly think a bunch of flowers wouldmake up for his behaviour? And how the hell did he get myaddress?”
Willow turned the card over. “I don’t know,but is that where he lives?” She passed her the card.
On the back of the card was a tiny pictureof Beckett Hall. “Yeah, that’s it. It’s a stunning place;shame it’s owned by apretentious dork. He can take his flowers and shove them—” Shepaused, peered more closely. She ran her thumb pad over thepicture. It smudged. “Oh, this gets even better. He actually payssomeone to hand draw on the back of the cards.”
“Let me see,” said Willow. “It’s really good.Look at the detail on such a tiny drawing.”
She’d noticed. The style of the sketch wasnot unlike some of the paintings she’d seen when Grayson had shownher around his home.
“He’s obviously gone to alot oftrouble.”
“It still doesn’t make up for hisbehaviour.”
Her friend narrowed her eyes. “You’reintrigued by that drawing, aren’t you?”
“You keep the flowers, Willow. I don’t wantthem.”
Her friend laughed. “I’ll make another drink,shall I?”
* * *
Jamie blew out a breath. No point going over it again.Grayson Beckett knew where she lived and there was nothing shecould do about it. Although why it bothered her, she didn’t know.She’d ignored his gift of flowers, so hopefully he’d got themessage.
Her doorbell rang and Jamie cursed. She was in the middle oftwo different online chats with a couple of angels. A minute later,it rang again. She finished typing and went to the door, herheadset clamped to her ear.
“Ms Osborne?” said the delivery woman,holding a bouquet twicethe size of the bunch she’d given to Willow yesterday.
“Yes.”
The woman handed her the blooms. “Hi, theseare for you. Did you get the flowers I delivered yesterday? I leftthem with your neighbour.”
“Yes, I did. Thank you.” She tookthe bouquet even though shedidn’t want them. No doubt another pathetic gift fromGrayson.
“Oh, good. I always worry when I leave themwith someone else.”
“No, it’s fine. She’s a friend anyway. I wasthere when you came,” she said to be polite.
“Oh, good,” the woman repeated. “Bye then. See yousoon.”
“Bye.” Jamie frowned as she closed the door.Why would she say that? She walked to her kitchen, plonked theflowers on the worktop and fetched the card.
It read, Please accept my sincerest apologies.Grayson.
At least it was an improvement on yesterday’sone-word scrawl, but it didn’t matter what he wrote, she wouldn’taccept anything from him.
She turned the card over. On the back wasanother intricate drawing, this time of a wolf’s head.
Leaving the flowers and the card on the worktop, she went backto her computer.
An hour later, her doorbell rang again.
The flower lady, holding yet another bunch offlowers. “Hello, me again,” she said cheerily.
“Hi.” Jamie begrudgingly took the flowers.“Thank you. Again.”
“You’re welcome. Bye.”
Jamie went into her kitchen and placedthem next to the other flowers. Her hand hovered over the small card for several secondsuntil curiosity got the better of her.
Jamie, I’m so sorry. I know Ibehaved like a total jerk, but would you please give me a chance toexplain? Grayson.
She turned it over; another drawing, thistime of a wolf standingmajestically in a rocky landscape. Despite her best effort, a smiletugged at the corner of her mouth. The flowers would wither if shedidn’t put them in some water; it would be a shame to wastethem.
Fetching a couple of vases from hercupboard, she thenarranged the flowers and poured the tiny sachets of plant food intothe water.
Jamie returned to her laptop, this timeanswering questions from a rather self-absorbed Fae.
With every hour that passed, yet anotherdelivery arrived, each bouquet more beautiful than the last. A different, hand-drawnsketch was on the back of each card, along with his phonenumber.
The doorbell rang yet again.
Jamie huffed. This was gettingridiculous.
Yet another display of flowers greeted heras she opened thedoor.
“Hello,” said the woman. “More flowers foryou, Ms Osborne.”
“Thanks,” she peered at her name badge,“Linda, they’re lovely, but I have enough flowers already.”
“There are loads more,” said Linda, then bither lip.
“What do you mean?”
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have said.”
“Said what?”
“I have another four orders to deliver, andgifts too.”
“Another four?” Jamie shook her head. Talkabout over the top. She should have known better. Grayson’s lastapology had seemed genuine, and she’d softened a little,but now the
