Greg had been transfixed by the vision entering his restaurant. He’d been trying to find something to say, when he overheard her comment. He turned, selected a small dark-red dahlia from the vase that Vincent had dropped off to be a surprise at their family table—good man, he’d bought a nice arrangement that wouldn’t miss the one bloom Greg had just liberated—and he nipped off most of the long stem with the chef’s knife he kept sheathed on his hip.
“If I may?” He approached Jessica. While she’d stared at him in astonishment, he’d slid the palm-sized flower into her hair where she’d gathered it in a sidetail to flutter on one shoulder.
“There.” It brightened her appearance, making her look even more exotic and other-worldly than she already did.
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