Girl Get Rid Of That Jerk by Melissa Johns

Joshua hauled over three more boxes and stacked them on the table in front of Allison.

Allison gaped at the growing pile. "Seriously? There's still more? Aren't we only working on two cases? That's five boxes of stuff now."

Joshua's lips curled into a small, knowing smile, his eyes warm with amusement. His voice was gentle. "These aren't case files. Why don't you open them and see?"

She shot him a look, half suspicious, half curious, and leaned over to tear at the

tape.

The boxes were sealed tight, with shipping labels plastered on top-definitely deliveries.

Joshua offered her a box cutter, all smooth and casual.

"A delivery?" Allison echoed, brow furrowed. "What is this?"

"Just open it," he said, nodding at the box.

She sliced open the first one. Inside sat a sleek, designer box, the logo practically glowing. She got it instantly.

Lifting the lid, she found a flawless white handbag nestled in tissue paper.

up at him. “What's this

celebrate 520 like it's a second

little at a loss. "We're not a couple,

his face. "That's exactly why I should. If I want to win you back,

hesitated, then let

much has happened.

a warm breeze tinged with the scent of orchids. Dusk seeped into the room,

over her. He looked down at her, voice rough around the edges. I haven't moved on. I've been

her gaze, falling

longer, then stepped closer. He bent down, bracing his arms

locked on hers

refus

to let her

retreat.

the way he looked at her, his

"Allie,

darted away, her reply barely above

breeze, then settled softly. Orchid

between them