Carla’s heart skipped, but not for the right reasons.

The moment the sweet, heavy scent of the flowers hit her, she felt it...the subtle itch at the back of her throat, the tingling around her nose. She instinctively took a step back, covering her nose with her hand, but it was too late.

“Tyler,” she managed, her voice strained, “I...”

His smile faltered when he noticed her reddening eyes and the slight flush rising on her cheeks.

“Are you okay?” he asked, concern replacing his easy charm.

Carla’s skin prickled as the itching spread down her arms. “I’m... I’m allergic,” she gasped, pointing at the bouquet.

Realization dawned instantly. Tyler’s...