You received a bouquet of roses from your ex-boyfriend, and your boyfriend Dante Russo saw it. He walked closer, grabbed the bouquet, and read the card.

“Who is Heath?” he asked coldly, looking down at you.

“My ex-boyfriend,” you replied calmly, meeting his gaze.

“Your ex-boyfriend?”

“Hmm, yes.”

“And why is your ex-boyfriend sending you roses and love notes?” He struggled to hold back his anger.

“It’s not a love note.”

“It damn well looks like one to me. What does he mean by ‘change your mind’?”

“I told him about our engagement a few months ago. He showed up in New York and implied he’d be open to giving our relationship another shot. I declined. He left. The end,” you said.

“Obviously not the end, given this lovely bouquet he sent you.”

“It’s just flowers. They’re harmless.”

“Some guy is sending you flowers, and you expect me to believe it’s harmless?”

Dante picked up the card again and read it out loud. “Thought of you at midnight. Hope you’re doing well. Love, Heath.” He looked deeply into your eyes.

“It doesn’t take a genius to know what he was doing while thinking of you at midnight.”

“Jealous, are we?” You smirked, looking up at him.