Part of her hoped to run into him again. She promised herself she wouldn’t run away this time. There was no need to act scared. He was simply a person, a man. A handsome, devilish man. Nothing fearful about that.
Yeah, right.
Except to her extreme disappointment, she made it through her meeting with Mr. Boston, who thankfully squeezed her between two other clients when she expressed her concerns about why she needed to see him so quickly. Not once did she see Duncan. She had hoped to meet him in the elevator again, making the trip down the tall building an easier one.
She thought maybe he worked here and that’s why he had been in the elevator. He had been dressed nicely in a suit and tie that fit his frame with perfection. But perhaps he had been a client, meeting with his lawyer like she had.
She told herself it was for the best as she made her way home. She slumped down onto her couch and tried to figure out what she should do for the rest of the day. She had two weeks off from work. Not that she needed that long after her grandmother passed. But she wanted it. She needed time to herself. And her boss, who was the best boss in the world, never hesitated when she asked.
She loved working at the floral shop. Creating beauty with flowers that expressed so many different emotions for each new person that walked into the shop. She always dreamed of opening her own shop, making the store special in her own little way. She had plenty of opportunities to add a flare of her designs every so often, but ultimately the final decision was left to Nancy, her boss.
She laughed to herself.
Silly her.
She could afford to open her own shop now. The question that remained—could she step out of her comfort zone and do it?
Most definitely.
No more hiding. No more bowing down to people. No more crouching into a tight ball of fear when things got rough. Where was the carefree girl that climbed trees and rooftops for the pure pleasure and fun?
Hiding away. But no more.
And she knew exactly how she would start her transformation.