Confession: I, Dandelion "Dani" Wright, am twenty-six years old and have yet to be deflowered. No man has hosed my hyacinth, fondled my freesia, or diddled my daffodil. You get the point.
My excuse? I was too busy running my family's flower shop and winning floral-design competitions.
Suddenly that whole pesky virginity thing becomes a big deal when Jacob West walks back into my life. He's the boy I...