But then she remembered how he’d messed with her that morning, and any urge to thank him just slipped away.
Still, it was pretty surprising that Latham knew she liked pink roses. She almost never wore pink, so it wasn’t exactly obvious. The gesture caught her off guard in a good way.
Someone at the office grinned at her. “Dorothea, did your boyfriend give you those?”
She stood out as she left work, the giant bouquet of roses impossible to miss. Dorothea shot the receptionist a smile. “Nope, my husband sent them.”
Honestly, there was no one else she could think of who’d send her flowers except Latham.
So, when she strolled into the house with the bouquet on full display, not hiding it for a second, Latham looked up and squinted, clearly not expecting it.
Pauline was all smiles. “Those are gorgeous. Latham gave them to you, right?”
Dorothea nodded but didn’t look at Latham, who was lounging on the sofa. She handed the flowers to Linda. “Would you mind putting these in a vase?”
Across the room, Latham’s face went cold.
“Ah, young people these days,” someone said with a chuckle. “You really know how to be romantic.”
Latham forced a smile. “Grandma, I might be young, but I didn’t send those.”
Everyone paused, taken aback.
Dorothea looked at him, eyes wide. “You didn’t?”
His jaw tightened. “Babe, you just brought home flowers from someone else, right out in the open. Don’t you think that’s a bit much?”
Dorothea pressed her lips together, embarrassed. “Sorry. I really thought they were from you.”
Linda hesitated, holding the bouquet. “So… what should I do with these? Should I throw them out or put them in a vase?”
The flowers were honestly beautiful.
Latham huffed and pretended to be annoyed. “Isn’t there a card?”
“There is!” Dorothea pulled out the card she’d kept in her bag. “There’s no name on it. I just assumed it was from you.”

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