drive home, Ryan rested a hand on my knee and grinned.
“See? I knew you still had it in you.”
I looked out the window.
“Mm-hm.”
A few days later, he came home carrying flowers.
Actual flowers.
I couldn’t remember the last time he’d brought me any.
He handed them over with a smile.
“You look like the woman I married again.”
I looked at the bouquet, then back at him and smiled.
“Then let me plan something special for us.”
His expression instantly brightened.
He thought I meant romance.
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