If whoever had their finger on her buzzer didn’t take it off in the next two seconds, Kate was going to grab a knife and remove it herself. Kids fooling around or someone who’d forgotten their key. Always a guy. Always her buzzer. Kate stomped barefoot to the intercom.
“What?” she snapped.
“Kate Evans? I’ve a delivery of flowers.”
Regret for her abrupt tone was tempered by disbelief. “For me?”
“Yes, if you’re Kate Evans.”
“Who are they from?”
A heavy sigh preceded a rustling noise. “It says -- for Kate from a secret admirer.”
Her lungs locked.
“Want to let me up?”
She pressed the release switch and leaned against the wall, excitement bubbling until she convinced herself it was a joke.
But the doorbell rang, and through the peephole Kate saw a fair-haired guy holding a large bouquet of flowers. She checked the chain was secure and opened the door.
“Could you leave them on the floor, please.”
Once he’d walked away, Kate removed the chain. As she turned the handle, the door slammed into her and for a moment she thought there had been an explosion. She fell on the floor, flowers scattering everywhere. The door closed and he dropped to his knees at her side. Kate opened her mouth to scream and he smiled.
“Marry me, Kate.”
Shock killed the scream in her throat. “Who…who are you?”
“Your future husband.”