From the Inside Flap
Natasha had come to see him a few months earlier and asked him whether he would be able to help with the floral arrangements.
"Darling, I'm a landscaper, not a florist," he'd explained.
She'd stared at him with her beautiful dark blue eyes. "Your point is?"
Pinching the bridge of his nose with his finger and thumb, he had replied, "You've studied at university. Didn't they tell you about the difference?"
"Jared. I studied teaching, not botany."
In the end, he'd given up and simply said yes.
He stretched his neck and hooked a finger inside his shirt collar, trying to get more comfortable. In his mind, suits should come with a little warning of Discomfort inevitable or something along that line. No wonder he'd never owned one. Sophie Levesque had helped him choose a nice outfit for the day from a local shop, and he had laughed at her comment that the suit needed to be right. It needed to go along with his brown eyes and dark blond hair, but it also needed to emphasise his physique.
What a lot of nonsense!
About the Author
Iris resides west of Melbourne with her husband and her beautiful two daughters as well as their dog. Next to her job at a private school, she also presents a German Program at the local Community Radio.