Chapter 60

• Ava’s POV
• Three hours had passed since that crazy car incident, and here I was, finally at my flower shop. The vibrant colors of the blooms – wedding whites, birthday brights, flowers for every imaginable event – usually soothed me. But today, no matter how beautiful they were, my mind kept replaying the earlier chaos.
• And there was Dante, grinning like a lunatic in the corner, chatting away to one of my staff as if he were the most charming man alive.