Chapter 87

Damn it. Elizabeth hated to admit it, but Alexander looked ridiculously good right now. "Ugh, typical! This walking flirt factory just had to show up the moment you mentioned him this morning. You two seriously got some creepy psychic bond going on," Justine muttered with a look of absolute disdain. She'd heard before that Alexander, the fourth Prescott son, was supposedly low-profile. Clearly, that was exaggerated. Elizabeth grabbed Justine's arm, ready to make a quick getaway. Yeah, she'd made a dramatic return, but she definitely didn't enjoy being spotlighted like some zoo animal on display. Too bad Alexander moved faster. With those long legs of his, he had no trouble catching up. Flashing a killer smile, he stepped in front of her and, without missing a beat, held out a bouquet of roses. "Babe, what's the rush? Running 'cause you're shy?" His tone was pure mischief. "Buzz off! Who's shy? I'm just embarrassed to be seen with you," Elizabeth snapped, shoving the flowers away withou