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“I’m fine.” She held her hands out from her body so that he could really see her and her huge baby bump. “That day on the street, what happened was an accident.” One that had infuriated her into actually yelling at a stranger. “I shouldn’t have lost it on you.” He watched her silently. “Now if we’re done rehashing all that, I have to get back to work.”

But as she tried to walk past him, he said, “I own a two-bedroom condo that I haven’t had any luck renting out. It’s in a good neighborhood and one of the women in the building runs a small daycare on the ground floor.”

Whatever she’d expected him to say, it wasn’t this.

“I already have an apartment.” In a crappy neighborhood where she honestly didn’t like the idea of having a newborn.

“Please, Jo, let me do this for you.”

He’d said please, but even then she could hear the steel in his words that told her he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Only, she had just as much steel in her.

“Thanks for the offer, but you’ll have to find another tenant.”

She walked out and got back to work, knowing all the while that victory was only temporarily hers...because the odds of a determined man like Graham taking no for an answer were next to nil.

As the cameras stopped rolling, Valentina realized her face was wet. What she was watching wasn’t real, but even surrounded by lights and cameras, it was almost impossible to remember that.

Surreptitiously, she bent her head and used the tips of two fingers to wipe her tears away while reminding herself not to feel foolish for having gotten caught up in the emotion of the scene. After all, no one was paying any attention to her, and they were filming a truly beautiful story.

But when she lifted her head, she saw that she was wrong.

Smith was paying attention...and his eyes were full of something so sweet that she couldn’t quite tamp down on the response of her body from nothing more than one look from him.

It had been more than a week since he’d sought her out in her office and caught her saying embarrassing things about his hands up her skirt to George on the phone. For the first few days after their conversation, she’d been edgy anticipating how Smith might make his next move.

But as each day passed into the next, she became more and more certain that despite what he’d said about not giving up, in the end he’d decided to take her refusal to date him at face value.

She was happy about it. At least, she tried to be happy about it, if for no other reason than the simple fact that she should be happy his attention had come and gone so quickly. It meant she could relax and keep her focus where it belonged—on her sister—rather than on a man who was too seductive, too damn alluring, for her own good.

An hour later, after double checking that her sister had everything she needed for an Elle fashion shoot the following morning, Valentina yawned behind her hand and headed back to her on-set office to collect her laptop. Tatiana wasn’t the only one who’d be on the beach the next morning at sunrise for the photo shoot. Fortunately, no one would be taking Valentina’s picture, so that meant she could put in a few more hours behind the computer tonight at home without anyone giving her grief about the dark circles under her eyes come morning.

She opened the door to her trailer office and the fresh, delicate scent hit her first.

One perfect lily of the valley was laid across her laptop. The little white flowers that ran up the length of the stem were so beautiful her breath caught in her throat.

There was no note attached...but that didn’t stop her from understanding that she hadn’t been forgotten at all, because she was all but certain that the flower had come directly from the patch in Smith’s front garden.

And judging by the stem’s ragged end and the way a couple of the blooms at the bottom were slightly smushed by big hands, he’d picked it for her himself.

Jo, the heroine of Gravity, had a dream of owning a flower shop, and there was enough of the language of flowers in Smith’s movie for Valentina to know what the meaning of this particular flower was.

Sweetness.

She didn’t bother to try to convince herself that Smith had given her just any random flower. No, she’d spent enough time lying to herself lately, and she was too tired right now to do it yet one more time.

Smith, she knew with a certainty that sent a fragile warmth moving through her chest, knew exactly what he was doing. He could have sent her any message in that language, could have given her a yellow rose for friendship or a pink rose for desire. Even, perhaps, a red-petaled impatiens to signify that he, too, was losing patience.

Instead, he’d given her a flower that spoke to something else entirely, to hopes and dreams she hadn’t ever thought to let become reality.

It would be safer, better in the long run no doubt, to put the flower in the trash and let the overnight cleaning crew take it.

Carefully, Valentina lifted it and inhaled deeply. No one had ever given her a flower before.

And she couldn’t possibly throw away something so beautiful.

Chapter Seven

The next day, after Tatiana’s photo shoot wrapped, Valentina got on a plane to Los Angeles for a meeting with George and the Japanese fragrance company to iron out the final details of her sister’s upcoming trip to Asia.

George had clearly intended to prod her further about Smith, but when he saw that she was too tired to rise to the bait, he dropped it and kept on track with business instead. Four hours flew by and when she rose to pack up her papers and head back to the airport, George put an arm around her as they walked out to the limousine.

“Reports from the set have been fantastic.”

“Tatiana is brilliant in the movie, George. It’s definitely going to be her big breakout role.” She smiled at him. “Get ready to start working even harder.”

“It looks to me like you’re already working too hard.”

“I just didn’t get enough sleep last night,” she countered.

He raised his eyebrows. “Is there something you need to tell me about a certain hot star...and my favorite business manager?”

“Absolutely not!” Valentina said with a little too much heat.

“You’re a terrible liar, you know, Val.”

“I’ve been so careful not to encourage him, but he’s—”

She clamped her mouth shut as she realized, too late, that she’d just confirmed George’s suspicions.

“If you ask me, you most definitely should encourage him. I know I certainly would.”

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