Chloe unlocked her apartment door, still replaying the night's tangled emotions in her head, Zoe storming out, Melinda's confession, Diana's smirk, and the fragile reconciliation she had just left behind. She was exhausted, ready to just have her bath, and collapse into bed.

But the moment she stepped inside, her breath caught.

The apartment was filled with roses.

Not a vase, not a bouquet, but an avalanche of crimson blooms, so many that they spilled from massive glass urns and ribbon-tied ...