Budding Hopes

By Vivien Dean

For eight months, Dr. Mark Vance has been visiting Sheehan’s Nursery to buy flowers for his mother’s grave, and every week, Hal Sheehan slips an extra lily into the bunch. Mark would love nothing more than to get to know the gentle giant better, but in 1950s Baltimore, a man just doesn’t ask another man out. His fears are compounded when a visit the day before Valentine’s casts doubts on Hal’s intentions. Maybe he really was meant to live a life of secrets.

Or maybe he just needs the holiday to discover the best secret of them all.

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Feb 25, 2022
• ISBN: 9781685500689

Vivien Dean

A firm believer that love doesn’t care about gender, four-time EPIC eBook Award winner Vivien Dean has been writing since 2006 in a wide variety of genres. She currently resides in California’s Bay Area with her British husband and two teenagers. For more information, visit viviendean.com.

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Budding Hopes

By Vivien Dean

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Budding Hopes

By Vivien Dean

Chapter 1

As exhausted as he was at the end of his Friday night shift at the University of Maryland Medical Center, Dr. Mark Vance always found fresh energy by the time he reached Sheehan’s Nursery. It didn’t matter if the Baltimore streets were slick from melted snow that had frozen overnight or the sun was bright and chirpy. He always pulled the door open and set the tiny overhead bell into a ringing frenzy feeling like he could take on the world.

This particular morning, the shop wasn’t its normal empty self. From the radio on the narrow counter, Dinah Shore serenaded the two men already waiting for service. Mark took his dutiful place in line behind them, but tipped his head to the side in curiosity to watch the owner wrapping an order of long-stemmed red roses. Another discrepancy from the norm. Though his name was painted in the front window, Ernest Sheehan rarely worked the front of the store, or at least, he never did on Saturday. In the almost eight months Mark had been coming in after work, he’d only seen the man in passing or caught a glimpse of him through the door that led to the rear of the building.

Curiosity turned into alarm. If Mr. Sheehan was manning the counter, where was his son, Hal?

His imagination ran away from him. Possibilities veered from oversleeping, to lying in bed sick, to being crushed by the morning delivery truck. By the time it was his turn, his thudding, dread-filled heart nearly choked him. Hal couldn’t be dead. He was too strong, too vital. But in all the Saturdays Mark had been coming to pick up the flowers for his mother’s grave, Hal had never once been absent. What could have happened?

Good morning, Dr. Vance. Mr. Sheehan’s smile was broad and friendly, as if they’d shared this weekly ritual together instead of him and Hal. He wasn’t nearly as physically imposing as his son, but they shared the same open features, the guileless hazel eyes, the wide mouth. His hands were stained and scarred from his years of gardening, several fingers twisting from early arthritis. Hal’s hands would likely