Damien Spending my evening in a supermarket shopping for gifts and flowers wasn’t exactly how I’d pictured my life thirty years down the line. If someone had told me back then that I’d willingly buy a woman flowers, I’d have sent them straight to jail. Yet, there I was, arms crossed, eyes narrowed at a bouquet of roses. Trying my best to ignore Jason, who had apparently forgotten how to behave. He wasn’t shocked, just in awe, already composing the tales he’d spin for Sofia when we got home. But I was stumped. Aurora was a mystery, one I wanted to unravel piece by piece. Finding a flower she’d actually like was turning out to be more of a challenge than I’d expected. And after that heart-to-heart with my grandfather, it was becoming harder to deny that whatever I felt for her was real. Roses or Poises. Elegant or sweet. Doctor Aurora was as elegant as a rose—poised, breathtaking, impossible to ignore. But she had thrones, ones that I wasn’t sure she even knew. But I was so f
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