“Yes, because it was clearly arranged by a professional,” Esther shot back.

Gaara smirked at her reply. Bold. Direct. Maybe he had finally done something right. This girl liked flowers, and while his so-called gentleman’s knowledge had earned him a small point, it wasn’t nearly enough to dissolve her anger.

“So, you’re not going to thank me?”

“I never asked you to send me flowers.”

Gaara felt almost hypnotized. The fire in her eyes, the raw temper in her voice strangely, it ...