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It Ends with Us by Colleen Hoover (z-lib.org).epub

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I can’t tell by his voice alone if he’s hoping I’ll be there or hoping I

won’t. Considering the stress I seem to cause him, I’m guessing it’s the

latter.

“I haven’t decided yet.”

“She’ll be there,” Allysa says, answering for me. She looks at me and

narrows her eyes. “You’re coming to my party whether you like it or not. If

you don’t show up, I’ll quit.”

When Ryle is finished writing, he tucks the card into the envelope

attached to the flowers. Allysa rings up his total and he pays in cash. He

looks at me while he’s counting out his money. “Lily, do you know that it’s

custom for a new business to frame the first dollar they make?”

I nod. Of course I know that. He knows I know that. He’s just rubbing it

in my face that his dollar will be the one framed on my wall for the life of

this store. I almost encourage Allysa to give him a refund, but this is

business. I have to leave my wounded pride out of it.

Once he has his receipt in hand, he taps his fist on the counter to get

my attention. He dips his head a little and, with a genuine smile, he says,

“Congratulations, Lily.”

He turns and walks out of the store. As soon as the door closes behind

him, Allysa is grabbing for the envelope. “Who in the hell is he sending

flowers to?” she says as she pulls the card out. “Ryle doesn’t send flowers.”

She reads the front of the card out loud. “Make it stop.”

Holy shit.

She stares at it for a moment, repeating the phrase. “Make it stop? What

in the hell does that even mean?” she asks.

I can’t take it another second. I grab the card from her and flip it over.

She leans over and reads the back of it with me.

“He is such an idiot,” she says with a laugh. “He wrote the address to

our floral shop on the back.” She takes the card out of my hands.

Wow.

Ryle just bought me flowers. Not just any flower. He bought me a

bouquet of lilies.

Allysa picks up her phone. “I’ll text him and tell him he screwed up.”

She shoots him a text and then laughs as she stares at the flowers. “How

can a neurosurgeon be such an idiot?”

I can’t stop grinning. I’m relieved she’s staring at the flowers and not at

me or she may put two and two together. “I’ll keep them in my office until

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