Blossom
Owning my own flower shop has been my lifelong dream—having someone special to share that dream with is something Im still searching for. Or I was until he walked into my store.
Chance Richards. I know his name only because of the credit card he hands me every time he buys a bouquet from my shop, Where Hope Blossoms, which has been every week for the last three months. He obviously has a wife or girlfriend hidden away in his cabin on the mountain—why else would he buy so many flowers from my shop?
With him taken by some mystery woman who never joins him on his trips into town, my dream of finding the love of my life is on hold, but until then, Chance will be the star of my nightly fantasies.
Chance
I moved to Hope Peak three months ago after being honorably discharged from the Army. Its the only life Ive ever known, having joined right out of high school. Now, fifteen years later, I feel like Im starting all over again, but with no idea how to navigate life outside the military—until I see her through the window of the flower shop.
According to her business card, which I grabbed from the counter my first time in her flower shop, Where Hope Blossoms, Blossom Montgomery is a cute name for a cute woman—more like a gorgeous one with her thick thighs and curvy body that Id love to get lost in.
But Id actually have to say more than two words to her for that to happen. So, until then, Ill continue to buy vase after vase of flowers from her until I work up the nerve. Or so I thought, until a surprise snowstorm on Valentines Day throws us together on a holiday made for love.
