Chapter 2
The next morning, I sit at my desk silently freaking out. Tonight is dinner with Bear, and drinks with Sawyer. How did I go from ‘not dating’ to meeting with two men? I can’t even remember agreeing. I’ve packed makeup and a change of clothes, so I won’t be late.
“Evie, boss said you can help me with this,” Ben rolls by, slapping a client file down on my desk and walks off, cell phone to ear. I bare my teeth at his back and get to work. I skip lunch, but after three missed calls from my aunt reminding me about my florist finding duties, I slip out to hand deliver a file to a client who likes a personal touch. On the way, I stop at a florist and end up comparing shades of pink.
After a while they all blur together. When I finally find the right rosebuds, the florist starts brand
