She was nearly halfway home when she realized she’d left her laptop in her office and had to swing back by the school to retrieve it. “Excuse me, miss,” a voice called out from behind her as she stepped through the door. Ali turned around to see a florist truck on the curb and a deliveryman bearing a vase filled with at least two dozen deep pink roses approaching. “Need help with directions?” she asked. “No, this is the right address. I’ve been by here twice today, but no one was around,” he said. “These are for Ali Spencer.” Giddy with excitement, Ali managed to hold off her curiosity long enough to tip the deliveryman. She placed the vase on the reception desk and opened the card. “Hope your interview went well,” she read aloud. “Dinner tonight at six. Will pick you up at your place, Hunter.” Ali pressed her nose against an open bloom and inhaled its fragrant scent. She held the card to her chest a moment as images of spending the majority of yesterday in Hunter’s bed came rushing back.
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