I hate Valentine's Day.
I know that sounds cliché. What millions of single women say is to get through the tough day with a little dignity, but they don't really hate it. They hate that they're single. They don't hate the actual day.
Well, I do.
I hate it, hate it, freaking wish it would die a slow painful death hate it.
I hate it the way turkeys hate Thanksgiving, the way Santa's elves hate Christmas, the way bartenders hate Saint Patrick's Day.
You see, my family owns a flower shop. So, Valentine's Day has always been hell.
But once I catch sight of Mr. London during a delivery, my hellish day turns to heaven.
Because billionaire CEO Joseph London is a man in a god's body.
He's out of this world.
And once we see each other, we're going to exchange more than just cards and roses.
We're going to give each other our hearts.