He sidled in beside her to have a better look at the flower arrangement. He wouldn’t have blamed her if she had been hiding – the Potts name was on more than a few lips these days, with whatever had happened to occasion the now Mrs. Gallagher suddenly marrying down – but for now Endymion was happy to take Miss Thistle Potts’ answer at face value, and was soon sufficiently distracted in his own study of the flowers.

He tilted his head thoughtfully. “What have you made of it so far?” Merlin, he hoped she hadn’t been joking. Because he was quite devoted to flower language, himself, though she may yet have an advantage with her practical experience of bouquet-arranging.

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