The name put Yara Quillan at ease, so she opened the door. The moment she did, she was greeted by a large bouquet of blue enchantress roses and, hidden behind them, a man with a brilliant, dazzling smile.
"I remember telling you not to send me flowers again." Yara Quillan didn't care for them. In her opinion, not only were they expensive, but you couldn't eat or use them, and they just took up space.
Sean Lowell raised an eyebrow and pushed the bouquet into Yara Quillan's arms. "Have you thought about what I asked you last time?"
'What he asked last time?'
Yara Quillan frowned slightly. She really couldn't remember.
Seeing her expression, Sean Lowell's heart sank, but in the next moment, he was back to being the refined, princely gentleman. "Last time, I asked if I could take you out the next time we met."
