Kate woke up in Bastien’s strong arms wrapped tightly around her. A sweet scent caught her attention. She lifted her head and saw the room filled with roses—arrangements of roses everywhere.

—Heavens… —Bastien stirred and pulled her closer.

—Bastien, what is all this?

—A way to ask for forgiveness… for being an idiot.

—They’re beautiful.

—Take a closer look.

—Why?

—Each one has a message.

Kate got up and walked to the first bouquet. Bastien had his arms crossed behind his head, showing off his