Meeting Matty for a bite to eat was a pleasant break in Vic’s already hectic Valentine’s Day. He’d had to go to three different florists before he found one with a dozen red roses left in stock—he made a mental note not to wait until the last minute next year. When he’d seen the black rose, it surprised him, and he instantly thought of Roxie. The cashier had chuckled when he bought it. “A dozen for your lover and one for your enemy, eh?” she’d teased.
Vic didn’t reply. Roxie wasn’t an enemy, but she was a little weird. The black rose was right up her alley. He knew she’d be tickled to receive it, and he wished it had been Matty who thought of it instead of him, since the two of them worked together and were friends. Matty might deny it, but Vic knew he liked her, no matter how badly she g
