I’m willing to admit when I’m wrong―because it sure as hell doesn’t happen very often. But being vulnerable with a woman I was convinced was out for my family is a big pill to swallow. So, I’d rather send her a fancy gift and call this vendetta done. However, she is anything but predictable.

She doesn’t want a fancy gift from a man who she’s declared a broody heartless billionaire. Her words not mine. And it’s not like you can send flowers to a woman who owns a floral shop. She wants a sincere apology instead but that may be more than I can give.

She’s sunshine and rainbows, and I’m… well not. But when the first tear rolls down her cheek, I swear something inside me cracks. Turns out, my cold jaded heart still works. Apparently, it beats for the one woman I never saw coming.