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Lily Hart stood in the doorway of her tiny, rain-streaked flat, clutching a wilting bouquet of peonies she’d been trying to revive for a wedding order. The man in front of her hadn’t aged a day in five years. Same sculpted cheekbones. Same eyes the color of a stormy Aegean Sea. Same mouth that had once whispered forever against her throat before he’d vanished without a trace.

So Lily had written a breakup note. She’d said she was tired of being poor. She’d called him a mistake.

That stung more than cruelty.

“I know.”

Rio’s gaze dropped to her mouth. “Then I sell everything tomorrow. Your employees — your elderly manager, Mabel, who needs hip surgery — will be on the street. Your grandmother’s rose garden, the one you’ve kept alive since you were twelve, becomes a parking lot.”

She laughed — a broken, hysterical sound. “You’re insane.”

Lily laughed through her tears. “You already have a greenhouse?”

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Lily Hart stood in the doorway of her tiny, rain-streaked flat, clutching a wilting bouquet of peonies she’d been trying to revive for a wedding order. The man in front of her hadn’t aged a day in five years. Same sculpted cheekbones. Same eyes the color of a stormy Aegean Sea. Same mouth that had once whispered forever against her throat before he’d vanished without a trace.

So Lily had written a breakup note. She’d said she was tired of being poor. She’d called him a mistake. lynne graham books

That stung more than cruelty.

“I know.”

Rio’s gaze dropped to her mouth. “Then I sell everything tomorrow. Your employees — your elderly manager, Mabel, who needs hip surgery — will be on the street. Your grandmother’s rose garden, the one you’ve kept alive since you were twelve, becomes a parking lot.” Lily Hart stood in the doorway of her

She laughed — a broken, hysterical sound. “You’re insane.” Same eyes the color of a stormy Aegean Sea

Lily laughed through her tears. “You already have a greenhouse?”