Chapter 64

Roman took his promise to handle things personally very seriously.

By late Tuesday afternoon, Blair found herself curled into the oversized leather chair in his home office, watching him argue with a florist like it was a hostile corporate takeover.

“How many fucking times?” Roman snapped, pinching the bridge of his nose, the phone pressed to his ear. “No pink. She doesn’t like pink. I don’t like pink. Nobody here likes pink. Stick to whites, cream, greens—anything but fucking pink.”

Blair tried to smother her grin behind her hand. There was something deeply satisfying about watching Roman Kingston, this powerful, put-together man… losing his mind over flower arrangements. And for her.

She sat quietly, letting that realization settle. Roman knew she didn’t like pink. It was such a small thing. But he’d remembered. She wasn’t sure she’d ever said it out loud, not directly. Not to him.

Dan, on her last birthday, had bought her a blush pink satin robe and told he