“Eric?” Her lips quivered. “What are you doing here?”

He stood close to the entrance, looking dashing in a button-down shirt that was left untucked with the sleeves rolled up. She swallowed hard, her hands gripping the handrails for added balance.

Brooklyn felt her heart thumping against her chest at the sight of him. His lips were curled into a warm smile which she took as pretentious, and in his hands were flowers.

Peonies.

He remembered her favorite flowers.

But, why did he ...