The Rhythm of My Heart Read Online Free PDF

pinpoint days in advance.” Jesus, could I sound any more desperate. Relax, man. I never get nervous; this is ridiculous.
    Grace seems to think for a moment, and then beams a bright smile at me. “I’m free for lunch tomorrow, if that works for you.”
    Hell yes, it works for me, and even if it didn’t, I would change whatever plans I had. I nod my head trying to play it cool. “Lunch tomorrow sounds perfect. How about I pick you up at twelve?”
    Grace leans over the desk, grabs a piece of paper and starts writing something on it, than stands up straight holding the paper out for me. “Twelve is fine, Cole; here’s my address and cell number, I’ll look forward to it.”
    As I take the paper, our fingers brush and I experience the same zap of electric current as I did when we touched at the hospital. Yep, this is going to be good; actually no, this is going to be amazing. “Twelve o’clock tomorrow it is then. I guess I’ll hear from you later about the car. Have a great day, Grace,” I say, as I turn and head for the door.
    “You too, Cole; enjoy your day off.” She gives me a small wave as I walk out the door into the glorious sunshine, clutching Grace’s address and phone number tightly in my hand. This day couldn’t get any better.

    A few hours later when I have finished running my errands, my mind is still on Grace and our lunch date tomorrow. I find myself walking past a storefront that could possibly rival the Garden of Eden. As I’m looking at the flower displays, I notice the name, Flaunting My Flowers. Perfect. Without hesitation, I enter the shop and start searching for the perfect bouquet for Grace; the variety of flowers and colors is overwhelming.
    “Are you looking for anything in particular?” a voice oozing femininity comes out of nowhere. I pause and look up to find a very attractive woman with long blonde hair approaching me.
    “There are so many to choose from I’m not sure,” I tell her.
    The blonde gives a small grin. “Well, who are the flowers for? Your wife… girlfriend? What’s the occasion?” she enquires.
    “Actually, they’re for someone I just met. We’re going out on our first date tomorrow and I thought flowers would a nice gesture,” I respond.
    “Well, if that’s the case you want something that’s beautiful and says, ‘hey, I’m interested in you’ without going straight for the whole romance bit. So I would definitely go for a mixed bouquet full of color,” she announces.
    I’m kind of stunned with her assessment but I nod and say, “Okay then, a bright mixed bouquet it is. Do you deliver?”
    The woman picks out a huge bouquet with almost all the colors of the rainbow in it. She heads to a counter covered in tissue paper and ribbons in every color, displayed on several shelves. Behind her, there are glass and ceramic vases in different shapes and sizes. “We do deliver; however, the prices vary on distance,” she says, as she starts to wrap the bouquet. “There are the cards to write your message on” she says, as she points to a display of small cards. I pick out a pale blue card and envelope. I write Grace a message then push it across the counter.
    “What address and name are these for?” the woman asks as she finishes with the flowers. “They need to go to Rivers Auto Repairs and they’re for Grace Rivers,” I reply. Blondie stops still and looks down at the card then at me; it’s as though she is trying to get inside my head. “Is there a problem?” I ask her.
    A smile forms on her lips and she tilts her head to the side. “Nope, no problem, but you should know that if you really want to win her over, you should send yellow roses. They’re her absolute favorite!”
    I’m taken aback by her suggestion. “Oh, does she get flowers sent to her a lot? Is that how you know what she likes?” This is probably a dumb idea if she’s always getting flowers. Maybe I should just forget about them and wait until tomorrow . My thoughts are