“I have a delivery for Harper Allison. Is that you?”
I nodded. “Yes, it is. But--”
He thrust an electronic clipboard in my face before I could finish. “I’ll need you to sign in the box on the screen please.”
I scribbled my name and handed it back to the delivery guy, who exchanged the long white box tied in red silk ribbon for his clipboard.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he murmured as he wandered off in the direction of his truck, which was nothing more than a standard delivery service that provided no clues to the origin of the strange package.
I stared at the box, dumbfounded. Who in the world would send me a package on a day like today? Since my ex there had been no one at all in my life and my former husband wasn’t about to give me a gift.
That bastard hated me and the feeling was mutual. If he ever found out where I’d run to—I shuddered just thinking about the consequences of that.
His mean streak had no limits no matter how well he hid it behind a façade for the public. I knew the truth and it was far uglier than I could have ever imagined.
My only hope was that with me far away from his world he would eventually forget about me. At least that’s what I hoped.
Besides, I’d moved on. I’d survived culinary school and made one hell of a friend. The past was behind me and I had to keep looking forward no matter what.
I walked back into the kitchen and caught Zia red-handed in my frosting bowl again.
“Hey!”
“I can’t help it this stuff is addicting. It’s no wonder our business is booming, I bet you’ve addicted half the city on your baking.”
“Ha ha, very funny.”
“I’m serious. What’s that?” Zia pointed to the box still clutched in my hands.
“No idea. Delivery guy just dropped it off for me and wished me a Happy Valentine’s Day.”
“Oh my God, someone sent you flowers? Today? Who is he? You’ve been holding out on me.” Zia jumped from her stool.
I set the box down on the counter and stared at it. “No, I haven’t. I’m still thinking this must be some sort of mistake. Or…” I glared at my friend. “Did you have something to do with this? Is that why you’re in my kitchen practically in the middle of your night?”
“Jeez, Harper, paranoid much?” When I didn’t rise to the bait, Zia continued, “To answer your question, no, I have no idea what this is about. I did come here to see about a potential date for tonight, but the flowers were not part of my plan. I was just going to go with the old standby of setting you up with someone I know.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Oh no. Don’t even think you can go there. I am not going on a blind date with you and your latest guy.”
She pouted. “You are seriously no fun.”
I fingered the envelope tucked into the ribbon. “The last thing I need is a setup from my best friend. Don’t pity me just because I don’t have a date on a trumped up
holiday.”
Zia shook her head. “I’m worried about you, not pitying you. For a woman who works in an industry that relies on these so called holidays, your cynicism is spreading like wildfire.”
I glanced at my friend, saw the pure look of concern marring her beautiful face and softened. “I’m not that bad. I’m just not in a hurry to jump onto the dating circuit again. The thought of going somewhere in the hopes of picking up a man curls my stomach.”
“Well, you aren’t going to catch one hiding out back here. Unless that envelope happens to contain the ticket you’re waiting for.”
I snorted. “It’s way too early in the morning for this. We need some more caffeine. Why don’t we go grab some coffee before I finish those roses? I could use the break.”
Zia walked in front of me and placed her hands on my shoulders. “Stop stalling and open the goddamn envelope, shorty.”
Holding back a smile at my friend’s sassy words proved impossible. I should be annoyed by her continued insistence on calling me shorty. I may only stand five feet four but next to her near six feet anyone would look short. Besides, my stomach had begun flipping with a wicked combination of excitement and nerves ever since the delivery guy spoke my name.
I grasped the edges of the envelope and tore through the seal. “We’re probably both getting worked up over nothing. It’s probably a grateful customer who feels sorry for the chick stuck in a hot kitchen today.”
I pulled out the simple red card with a single rose embossed on the front and studied it. A very elegant start. Impressed, I flipped it open and read the handwritten note to myself. I literally felt the blood drain from my face as I read through what I now knew was an invitation.
And not just any invitation. This one came with a side of crazy.
Thank goodness I’d delayed getting more coffee. If I’d had a drink in my mouth I’d have spewed it across the counter.
“C’mon, tell me. What does it say?” My friend was practically vibrating where she stood.
Trapped between disbelief and shock, I cleared my throat and then reluctantly began to read the note aloud.
Dear Harper,
Please accept this gift as a token of unspoken desire and intention for a very special Valentine’s Day. Your previous visit to the Glass Kat did not go unnoticed, nor did your obvious reactions. Your presence is requested at the private dining room of the Glass Kat Supper Club at precisely eight o’clock p.m. for a night of desires and needs fulfilled—one of which includes this gift. Rest assured your safety is of utmost importance so you will need to check in with the Concierge when you arrive. Give him your name and he will follow up with further instructions. On this night of lovers uniting, your every fantasy can and will come true if you so choose. I think you will. Don’t be late and be sure to bring your gift with you.
I flipped the card back over, looking for more.
There was no signature or even a hint of who the note had come from. I took a deep breath and raised my head to Zia’s gaze.
The shocked look on my friend’s face quickly gave way to an enormous grin. “Holy shit, did you forget to tell me something about your trip to the Glass Kat last week? Like meeting a man?”
I shook my head. “No. I told you everything. I didn’t talk to anyone other than the dining manager who asked me to stay and help out with the dessert service.”
“Maybe this is him then.”
I shook my head again. “No way. Sooo gay.”
“There had to have been someone.”
"I don’t know. The party was packed wall to wall with all kinds of guests. There were any number of people who I’m sure could have seen me, but I didn’t talk to any of them. I kept my head down and got my job done.”
Zia looked at me, her disbelief written all over her face. I almost laughed, but curiosity got the best of me instead.
I reached for the fabric of the bow and tugged it loose. I then lifted the lid and set it aside.
The flowers were hidden among layers and layers of tissue paper, all of which I peeled away. When the gift I searched for was finally exposed I gasped.
What the hell?
Zia looked over my shoulder. “Oh. My. God.”
