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not that she doesn’t want his love. She’s afraid of what might happen if she accepts it.
    Nausea rolls over her in waves, prompting her to wash down a couple of crackers with her tea. Glancing up at the birdhouse, she hopes to see the little green bird with the scrolled heart marking on its bright white chest. There’s something oddly comforting about that bird when it’s around.
    “I called Rachel this morning. She’s going to join us for lunch and shopping,” Shannon says, pulling Olivia away from her thoughts.
    “Ugh, I’m not really feeling like shopping Shannon. You and Rachel go ahead without me. She knows all the best shops anyway. I know where the sports apparel stores are.”
    “Olivia, please. Rachel has arranged for you to take a couple days off work. I don’t want you sitting around here all day by yourself. At least come and have lunch with us.”
     
    Scott picks up Ethan and takes him into the Toronto office of Aurora Technologies. He’s been given strict instructions, by John, NOT to take him to see Olivia. It’s an argument Scott and Ethan have in the car until they are well out of town, but Scott prevails. As they stop at a red light a block away from the high-rise office building, Ethan’s eyes are drawn across the busy city street, and he becomes inspired.
    “Ethan?” Scott says concerned, noticing that he’s become distracted.
    “I’ll be right back,” pulling the handle, he throws open the door. Crossing the busy street in the middle of the road, he dodges traffic and angry drivers who don’t seem to understand the mission he’s on.
    “What the hell?” Scott yells out the open window. When he sees him open the door to the flower shop, he chuckles. “You can walk to the office, O’Connell!” he yells as the light turns green and the cars behind him begin to honk.
    As Ethan enters, a bell rings drawing the clerk from the back room. “Good morning, how can I help you?” She beams at the sight of him in his tailored three-piece suit. What woman wouldn’t be attracted to the muscular breadth of his shoulders, his rock hard chest, and a round firm ass that you could bounce a quarter off. If that wasn’t enough, there is always his lethal Irish charm.
    “Good morning. I’d like to send flowers to my girl,” Ethan says, unleashing his Irish brogue on the poor, unsuspecting sales clerk.
    “Lucky girl,” she says, blushing in reaction to being so close to such a potently attractive man, “is this a special occasion?” She stares into the green of his beautiful Irish eyes; not caring at all, that he’s mentioned a girlfriend.
    “I just want to let her know that I’m thinking about her, and maybe… a little bit of an apology.” Feeling a little embarrassed for some reason, he scratches his forehead. “I’m sure that you can help me with that.” His hotter than hell smile curls at the corner of his soft, kissable lips.
    “I love your accent.” Smiling at him, she twists her hair playfully. “I can help you. It happens a lot, actually. Did you have anything particular in mind? We have some lovely examples of arrangements out on the floor.”
    Ethan looks around at all the flowers, but nothing seems to convey the message he wishes to send. Everything is too extravagant or formal. “I was thinking something a little more delicate. Simple.”
    “Well if there’s an apology to be made, roses are always a winner.” Directing him to a display of every color you can imagine, she points to a simple cut arrangement of a dozen red roses. Picking one up, he lifts it to his nose. Its fresh fragrance reaching him, before he’s even close. Admiring its long stem and thick lush green leaves, he lays it back on the pile.
    “Shall I write up an order?” the clerk asks, already pulling out a pen and a pad of paper.
    His mouth twitches at the corner, and then a grin forms on his lips. Looking up, he shakes his head. “No. She’ll hate them,” he chuckles to himself, leaving the