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happiness as she discussed her plans with her husband and children.
Sean had been overjoyed when his sister found love again with Dr.
Armand Phillips over a year ago in Brazil. Having lost her first
husband in the line of duty as a police officer and miscarrying
twins soon after, Raven had thrown herself into her work. While
she’d appeared strong on the outside, on the inside she was a
wreck. However, now with Armand and the six-year old twins,
Isabella and Israel that they’d adopted last year, she finally had
the family she’d always dreamed of.
    “ I’m sure they’ll enjoy it.
Tell the twins Uncle Sean said what’s up.”
    “ Will do. Tell Traci hello
for me as well. She’s such a sweet girl.”
    “ Yeah … she is.” He nodded,
with a wide smile that he couldn’t seem to turn off.
    Raven’s brow wrinkled as a puzzled
expression washed over her face. “Uh huh. I know that smile and
look. Are you trying to mack her?”
    “ Mack her?” Sean tried to
muffle a loud laugh. “Rave, I believe that term went out with
mullets and stone-washed jeans. I’m not trying to do anything but
have my yard landscaped. However, she’s cool to be
around.”
    “ Uh huh. Well, I have a
patient waiting in the exam room. See you later.”
    Afterwards, Sean jetted to his car,
the conversation with Raven still in his head. He definitely knew
he liked Traci, and had since the second he’d laid eyes on her. He
couldn’t stop thinking about her, which was totally out of his
norm. Women never interrupted his thoughts or sleep the way Traci
had. He couldn’t believe he was on his way to a freakin’ plant
nursery to pick out flowers, but he had to see her again. And those
damn, sexy dimples. Talk about mesmerizing. They lit up like a
rainbow after a rain shower in the sun. They were serene along with
her innocent eyes that had saddened for him. She didn’t even know
him and yet felt an emotion for him. Kind of how he was feeling for
her. She stirred something in the pit of his stomach that he
couldn’t explain. He was a psychiatrist but couldn’t figure out
what the hell was wrong with him when it came to Traci. He knew he
was attracted to her; that was a given. She was adorable, funny,
and intelligent. A great combination despite the fact she wasn’t
his type. However, there were exceptions to every rule, and she
could just be the woman to break his. He really wanted to know why
she seemed to work overtime, though. According to her bio, she had
a lot of responsibilities at the gardens, including teaching
classes, maintaining the rose gardens and the orchid conservatory,
as well as giving private tours. He figured she made enough to
support herself even though she was young—just turning thirty—so
perhaps her student loans were eating up her paycheck. Maybe that’s
why she had a side hustle of doing residential gardens.
    Something caused her to work only, and
he needed to know why. A man didn’t seem to be a reason. So what
was it?
    Following the directions of his car’s
navigation system, Sean made it to the Memphis Nursery on time. He
shook off his tie—tossing it in the passenger seat—and unfastened
the top two buttons of his dress shirt. He’d noticed the day before
that Traci drove a lime green Volkswagen Bug. Odd car in his
opinion, but then again it sort of went with her quirky
personality. He glanced in the rearview mirror and spotted a flash
of lime green pull into the lot and park next to his Porsche. She
waved and fiddled around with her cell phone while he hurried out
of the car and made his way to her driver’s door. After opening it,
she glanced up at him with a weak smile and back to her cell phone
screen which had a series of text messages he couldn’t make out.
She shut it off and grabbed her purse from the passenger’s
seat.
    “ Hi,” she said softly,
placing her tennis shoe clad feet on the pavement.
    Taking her hand, he helped her out and
closed the car door. She was dressed casually in