Mommy Loves The Military Man
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“Oh, God.” She thumped her head on the table again.
Alex laughed. At least he found something funny about this situation. “So what kind of flowers did I send?”
She could play along with his joke. “You should know, you sent them.”
“Hmmm. Let’s see.” She could almost picture him thinking with the same intensity he’d shown last night. “You don’t strike me as a roses girl, although a traditional dozen buds is always a reliable go-to. No, I think you’re something lighter. Happier. Gerbera daisies, perhaps?”
Suspiciously accurate. “How did you know that?”
“Despite our less than auspicious meeting. I can tell you are a genuinely happy person. And happy people need bright, beautiful flowers.”
“I meant what I said.”
“I know.”
“About not looking for anything more.” Despite the fact he ticked more boxes on her list than any man she’d met since she’d written that blasted thing.
“I heard you.”
“So you need to stop being all charming and sweet.”
“You think I’m charming and sweet?” She could practically hear him smiling through the phone.
“See? Just like that. Stop.”
“I’m not doing anything. Have a good day, Cameron.” Alex laughed and clicked off before she could respond.
She smiled at the bouquet. Fresh flowers always brightened her day. She headed for her room to shut them away from the dog, who had a special affinity for fresh flowers… and smelled something so much worse.
“Boomer!”
* * *
As soon as she got home from school, Lizzie cracked open Mom’s bedroom door and spied the flowers Grandma had helped her send. Her plan was working perfectly. She hurried to her room and whipped out her phone, swiping to call to Mariana.
“Mom got the flowers. She didn’t throw them out.”
“But do you think she thinks they’re from my dad?”
“Of course. Who else would be sending her flowers?”
Mariana giggled. “What’s next?”
“How about a movie? You ask your Dad, I’ll ask Mom, and we’ll show up at the same time.”
“Sounds perfect.”
Chapter Three
“Mom, the new Jennifer Mason movie came out yesterday. Can we go see it? Please? Please?” Lizzie hopped up and down in front of Cameron early on Saturday morning.
Cameron contemplated the list of chores she’d written up for today. Nope. Movie wasn’t on it anywhere. Laundry and grocery shopping, sure, but not a movie.
Cleaning the house was also on the list. Speaking of which… “Have you cleaned your room?”
“Of course, I have.”
“Did you pick the dirty clothes up off the floor?” And put them in the hamper. Cameron bit her tongue to keep from adding the additional question, but Lizzie had been begging her to stop treating her like a baby. Cameron was trying.