“Yes, it does.” They looked around the sea of flowers. “Where did they come from?”He handed her a black envelope. She took the card out and read it. “Where is he?”
He walked over to the intercom and pressed a button. “Send him up.”
“He’s downstairs?”
Clyde nodded. “He’s been here all afternoon. Miss, I don’t know what happened, but he seems like a nice man.”
“Thank you Clyde, but it’s not that simple.”
“Isn’t it?”
“Thank you.” She opened the door and showed him out as Eric was walking toward her door.
“All the best to you, young man.” Clyde patted him on the shoulder.
Eric stopped at Olivia’s door. “Hello.”
“Hello. Step into my garden.” He walked inside and she closed the door. “What’s the meaning of all this?” She spread her arms out.
“I knew I needed to apologize in a big way.”
“And you thought turning my apartment into a flower shop was the right way to go?”
He stepped closer. “Yes.”
“Eric.” She rubbed the back of her neck. “This isn’t going to work.”
“Why not?”
“Because…I don’t have to give you a reason. It just isn’t.”
He stepped closer. “I know you’re scared.”
“Scared. What makes you think I’m scared?”
“Your body is screaming.” She folded her arms across her chest. “That right there.”
“What?”
“That,” he pointed to her crossed arms. “That, my dear, is your tell.”
She removed her hands and started backing up. “I resent that remark…I mean observation…comment.”
He smiled. He had her. He stopped walking. “Do you want me to leave? Or do you want to explore what’s going on between us?”
“There’s nothing going on between us.”
“So you want me to leave.”
“I need time…do you know how many questions, emails and calls I got today about your little performance last night?”
“No, and I don’t care.”
“You should.”
“Why?”
“You can’t…I can’t…how…”