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house. Peeking out between the curtains in the front window, she saw a shiny black BMW SUV park along the curb. Nice set of wheels . She saw his car door open and watched as Thomas got out of his vehicle. He strode up the brick walkway tall with an air of confidence and authority. He was a virile man who looked like he could take on the world. The sight of him made her heart skip a beat.
    Annie silently squealed with happiness as she opened the door to find the handsome man holding a robust bouquet of flowers. They were wrapped in green tissue and tied with a white ribbon. Thomas wore a navy blue pinstriped suit with a white shirt and striking tie that had a bright blue, white, and black paisley print. The tie made the blue of his eyes even more dazzling than she remembered. Annie noticed them twinkling with delight as he smiled at her. She was sure her eyes were equally sparkling as she returned his warm smile.
    “Hi,” she said shyly. Opening the door wide, Annie stepped back to welcome Thomas inside. At once, Annie felt his masculine presence fill the small entryway, recognizing the significant contrast in height difference.
    “Good evening, Annie. You look lovely.” She flushed at his obvious gaze lazily traveling from her feet all the way up her body. “These are for you.” He held the flowers out to her.
    Annie’s hand brushed his as she took the lovely bouquet of white lilies and white and lavender roses. Bringing the bouquet to her nose to smell them, her eyes closed in pleasure. The scent was heavenly, stirring that peaceful place within her when she walked through her garden.
    Looking back at him with blissful appreciation, she said, “They are beautiful, Thomas. Thank you so much.”
    “A beautiful bouquet for a beautiful lady,” he replied. His stare penetrated through her like an x-ray. “Now that I know you have such a sincere and happy reaction to receiving flowers, I may be compelled to fill your living room with them every day, just for the pleasure of watching your reaction. It is truly a lovely sight to behold.”
    Oh… my… God! It’s getting hot in here. With a shy shrug, Annie rocked back and forth, making the skirt of her dress float around her. Using the usual humor to deflect from her discomfiture, she teased, “Hmmm, you are a sweet talker, aren’t you? I bet you say that to all the ladies.” She bumped his arm with her elbow in jesting collusion. Doing so gave her the proximity to catch his subtle manly scent. At once, Annie felt weak in the knees and stumbled slightly as she pulled away, overcome with a wave of pure desire. Strong hands steadied her, the skin-on-skin contact sensitizing her flesh, causing a stirring deep within her core.
    His expression was resolute, voice inflexible. “No, actually I don’t.” His hands held her forearms firmly yet tenderly. Electrical impulses buzzed up her arm, like a swarm of bees around a hive, in rapturous delight. “You look beautiful, Annie.” His eyes reflected warmth and sincerity. “I’m glad you like the flowers. In fact, I was hoping you would. It is hard to choose flowers because what a person likes is so personal. I wasn’t sure what you might like, but was pleasantly surprised when I pulled up to your house and saw that outstanding perennial garden. It led me to the conclusion that you enjoy flowers, so I’m hopeful I made the correct choice with these.” He pointed to the bouquet. “Was the garden here when you bought the house or did you plant it yourself?” His voice was filled with genuine curiosity.
    “It’s all me,” she replied proudly. “I love flowers of all types so any you chose would be appreciated, believe me. When I was renting an apartment, I planted flower boxes. It was gratifying to see something I created, something so lovely. But it was rather limiting and, when I bought my house, the desire to really get my hands dirty, so to speak, took hold. It allowed me to expand my knowledge of plants and