“For the record,” Oakley began, leaning forward. “I think you’re beautiful. But it’s that feisty attitude of yours that turns me on most. I want every single version of you, Amanda Matthews. I’m sorry it happened, but I’m not sorry you found your confidence.”

I smiled. “Me too.”

We finished our dinner while Oakley talked excitedly about different scouts and what teams he would like to play for. He was really adorable when he talked about playing pro ball. He was downright sexy when he was passionate. And somehow, by the time the server brought the check, I found myself thinking about future dates. Future #mine moments.

“I want to take you somewhere else,” Oakley said with a grin, and I had to force myself not to pout. After our dinner, I wanted nothing more than to go back to my place and lick those delicious abs of his.

“Oh? Okay,” I replied lamely.

“You don’t sound excited,” he teased, signing the bill.

“I just, um, was looking forward to going home with you.”

“It’s the suit, isn’t it?” he asked, lifting his arm and flexing. I laughed at his joke and waited for him to explain where we were going. “I promise to let you have your way with my irresistible body, Solver. I just want to show you something, first.”

I grinned. “Okay.”

24

The building had a bright yellow door, and the windows were filled with beautiful arrangements. The Tilted Tulip sat in the heart of Austin. “Is this your mom’s flower shop?” I asked excitedly.

“Her flagship store. It all started here,” Oakley explained while holding my hand and guiding me toward an alley with a side entrance. “Every day after school, Daisy and I would help Mom with arrangements.”

“Daisy and Oakley,” I mused as he unlocked the door.

“My mom was a bit cliche with the names,” he agreed.

“And your Dad?” I asked.

“Left a few months after I was born. Mom took everything she had and bought this shop.” As he spoke, he flicked on the lights, illuminating the room. I looked around greedily, excited to have a glimpse into his life.

The shop was warm and cheerful, flowers filling every space. The walls were the same yellow as the front door, and there were refrigerators full of elaborate arrangements and beautiful single stems. The countertops were a cozy teal, giving the shop a bold, cheerful feeling. I spun around, taking it all in. I could almost envision Oakley’s mother from the way the shop was decorated and cared for.

“Pick some out, anything you like!” Oakley said, gesturing to the black bins full of loose flowers. He handed me a flat wicker basket with a handle to collect the stems in. It was so cute how excited he was getting over flowers.