"Cullen is so unbelievable," Amelia muttered as she drove into her garage and saw the man still standing patiently before her doorpost with the flowers.
Picking up her purse, she alighted her car and walked towards her door. The chilly wind kissed her skin the moment she stepped down and she felt bad.
It was already late but the man obeyed orders and remained at her doorstep.
Amelia stood before him and stretched out her hands to him. "Give me that," her voice came out soft.
If the man was relieved, he never showed it. He professionally handed her the bouquet of flowers and bowed lightly. Before he would raise his face, Amelia threw the bouquet of roses across the street.
"There. Now you can leave," she crossed her arms across her chest and raised her chin. "Tell him I accepted the flowers. You can give him the details if you want. Please don't pest my life anymore,"