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Оглавление“Did you know that flowers speak their own language?”
When he gave her a look, she explained, “For instance, the red rose means beauty and love,” which was probably why she loved red roses the best.
“What about yellow?” Daniel asked.
“Jealousy and envy. And daisies stand for innocence,” she added.
“How do you know this?”
“A book called The Language of Flowers. It was published in the 1800s. My mother has a copy.” Greer adored the book. She’d spent many a drama-filled, teenaged evenings reading the poetry and studying the meanings.
“Remind me to check with you before I send you flowers.”
“Are you planning on sending me flowers?”
He grinned at her. “Maybe.”
She smiled happily. Despite her years designing and decorating floats, she’d never gotten over her love of flowers. She inhaled their scent and turned to him, and he surprised her by sliding his arms around her and pulling her close for a kiss.
His lips were warm and seductive against hers. And for a second she was too surprised to respond.
