Isabela blinked, both at Zevran, then at Hotchner. She'd always thought flowers were silly, from most men, but Hotchner wasn't most men. From his type, it was a genuine expression of affection, not a silly try at getting into her knickers.
Hang Zev. She set her book down and climbed over the railing, smiling as she took the flowers from Hotchner. "They're lovely." She kissed him hello, taking her time, because she could.