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He’d dressed casually in white linen pants and a light blue button-up that fit his muscled body just enough to make her mouth water.

“Those are beautiful,” she said, eyeing the flowers but really thinking about the width of his shoulders and taut flatness of his abdomen.

He held the bouquet out to her. “I may not live here permanently, but I’m still a Southern gentleman. My grandmother would skin me if I didn’t bring flowers to my date.”

Jasmine chuckled and took the flowers from him, her heart skipping a little at the mention of this being a date. The sweet fragrance wrapped around her the way she wanted Kevin’s arms to embrace her. “Is your grandmother the only reason I got flowers?” she teased.

She turned and took the flowers over to the dresser. There wasn’t a vase in the room, but there was a vanity pitcher and bowl on the dresser. She grabbed the pitcher and put the flowers inside, setting it next to her bed.

“That, and when I saw them, I thought of you. Bright, colorful, happy.”