𝗟𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲𝘀.

Writing flowery love horoscopes is not something Flynn Reilly ever saw himself doing. But when he’s hired to package them up with extravagant bouquets and deliver them to his slick, always smiling Sagittarian frenemy . . . well, a struggling florist must do what a struggling florist must do.

Luckily for this Leo, where every rose has its thorn, every thorn has its rose. These horoscopes aren’t 𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 from him. So . . . who says he can’t let out a little snarky subtext?

Only now, his Sagittarian frenemy has him making up flowery love horoscopes in response . . .

He hasn’t spent this much time around those soft, sexy smiles since . . . they were best friends.

𝘒𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭.