My eyes immediately narrow.
Ryan?
I step closer to the bouquet, already feeling the tension in my chest. It can’t be Ryan. He hasn’t sent me flowers in years—our relationship had never been the romantic, spontaneous kind. I pull the small note attached to the bouquet. The handwriting is neat but not familiar. My heart does a weird little flip as I read.
Glad we're back on, fake girlfriend. You're stuck with me now. Forever... or at least until Ryan comes to his senses—Luke.
A laugh bubbles up in my throat, catching me off guard. Of course. It’s Luke. Who else would be so damn cheeky? I snatch my phone out of my bag and dial his number, my fingers drumming on the edge of the desk as I wait.
He answers after the first ring. “Good morning, Julie.”
I roll my eyes, though I can’t help the
