Single Mom, Billionaire Boss. Sheri WhiteFeatherЧитать онлайн книгу.
foster brothers? No. They weren’t at this meeting. They don’t own the hotel with him. They have their own businesses. One of them is a real estate mogul, and the other one is an internet entrepreneur.”
“What type of person is Garrett?”
Meagan drew a breath. “He’s...” She couldn’t think of the right adjectives to describe him, not without her heart going a little haywire. She’d never told anyone that she used to have feelings for him. Finally she settled on, “He used to be really kind to me.”
Candy frowned. “He isn’t being kind to you now?”
“He was proper and professional. A bit cautious, I suppose. But he used to go out of his way to treat me like a friend.”
“That’s confusing.”
“What do you mean?”
“Why, of all people, did you embezzle from a man who was good to you? Not that you should steal from anyone, but to choose him? I don’t get it.”
“I took the money before I met him.”
“And afterward?”
“I didn’t take any more money, but it was already too late by then. He was really nice to me until he found out what a traitor I was. He even gave me a daisy.” She explained how she’d first met him, reciting the details. She left out the part about being attracted to Garrett, though. She didn’t think it was wise to mention that. Besides, she didn’t want anyone figuring out that she was still having those types of feelings for him. Nonetheless, she admitted how important the daisy had been to her. “I kept the flower for a while. I wrapped it in plastic and tucked it away in my drawer. Neil didn’t pay attention to stuff like that. But I finally got rid of it, because every time I looked at it, it made me feel worse about what I’d done.”
Candy had a sympathetic expression. “Have I ever told you about the language of flowers?”
Meagan shook her head. “Not that I recall.”
“It’s called floriography, and it’s a method that was used in the Victorian era when people would exchange flowers in lieu of written greetings. I became really fascinated with it, and I taught your brother about it, too. Each flower has a meaning, so you can give someone a single bloom or an entire bouquet to express a certain sentiment or have conversations. I studied a book about it.”
“That does sound fascinating.” Curious, Meagan asked, “Do you know what daisies mean?”
“Yes, but it depends on what kind they are. English daisies are the most recognizable. They’re sometimes called common daisies. But there are other kinds, too.”
“I don’t know what type it was, except that it was bigger than the usual ones.”
“Here.” Candy reached for an iPad sitting on a nearby table and gave the device to Meagan. “See if you can find it.”
She did an internet search, scrolling through the different varieties until she found the right kind. She noticed how bright and pretty the flowers were and how many colors they came in. Hers had been yellow with double florets. She turned the screen around. “It was a gerbera, like this.”
Candy looked at the picture and said, “Those embody friendship. But they can mean sadness and someone needing protection, too.”
“All of that works.” The sadness Meagan had been feeling that day, the friendship Garrett had offered, the protection she’d needed from her crazy life with Neil. She doubted that Garrett knew any of this. Still, the fact that he’d given her a flower with those meanings gave her goose bumps.
Candy took back the iPad and set it aside. “Isn’t it funny how things like that present themselves?”
“Yes.” A strange kind of funny. Now she wished that she hadn’t disposed of the daisy. If she’d held onto it, it would have been stored with the rest of her belongings. Tanner had kept Meagan’s things for her, along with items that had belonged to their mother.
Feeling far too emotional, she glanced at her daughter. Ivy was still playing with the dog, stretching out on the floor and lifting her stubby little legs in the air.
Candy watched the child, too. Then she said, “Tanner and I are going to set the date for the wedding. As you know, we’ve been waiting to get married so you could be there, and now that you’re home, we figured we should start planning it. I want you to be one of my bridesmaids, and I promise I won’t make you wear an ugly dress.” The bride-to-be smiled. “We’ll choose something that you feel glamorous in.”
Meagan hadn’t felt glamorous in a very long time. “What about a dress for you? It’s going to be your special day. That’s the dress that really matters.”
“Will you help me shop for it?”
“Yes, of course. I’d love to. And I’m honored that you want me to be in your wedding.”
“Ivy and Yogi are going to be in it, too. They’re both going to be flower girls. I figured that they could walk down the aisle together, but if Ivy falters and runs ahead, that’s okay. Tanner and I want the ceremony to be fun.”
Meagan smiled, warmed by the thought. She glanced at her daughter again, overwhelmed by how beautiful she was. “That’s sweet, and I’m sure Ivy will love it.”
Candy sent her a comforting look. “It won’t be long before she gets comfortable staying at your house, Meagan.”
“Do you think so?”
“Yes, I’m sure of it. You’re an amazing mother, and she’s going to need you more and more as time goes on.”
“Thank you. That means a lot to me.”
“Do you want to stay for dinner tonight?” Candy asked. “Or would you rather go back to your place and unwind?”
“I’d like to stay.” Being in a family setting felt good, and Meagan knew how important it was for her to spend as much time with Ivy as possible. “After dinner, I can bathe Ivy and read her a story and tuck her in.” They weren’t living together yet, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t be part of her child’s bedtime. “I should probably start doing that every night, so she gets used to me putting her to bed.”
“That’s a great idea.” Candy shifted her gaze, glancing in the direction of the kitchen. “I’ll make a chicken-and-rice casserole for you and Tanner and Ivy.”
“That sounds good. But what are you going to eat?” Her brother’s fiancée was vegetarian.
“I’ll whip up a spinach soufflé. Of course you guys can eat that, too.”
“Does Ivy like spinach?”
“It’s one of her favorites.”
“That’s good to know.” Meagan was just learning how to interact with her daughter on a daily basis and that included becoming accustomed to her food habits. “I can help with the meal. I’m out of practice, but I like to cook.”
“Did your mom teach you?”
“Yes.” Meagan turned toward the fireplace, where a framed photo of her mother was, amid a grouping of other pictures. “I miss her every day.”
Candy sighed. “I had a difficult relationship with my mom when I was growing up, but things are good between us now. She adores Tanner and Ivy. She can’t wait for me to have kids of my own, too. Whenever she babysits Ivy, she mentions it.”
“I’m glad that Ivy is inspiring her to want grandbabies.” Meagan knew that Candy had been pregnant once and had miscarried, but that was years ago, when she was married to someone else—a man who hadn’t treated her right.
In that respect, Meagan and Candy were alike. They’d both survived controlling relationships. But now Candy had Tanner, the love of her life and the person she was meant