Chapter 9: Secret Pond
ABIGAIL’S POV
I parked outside of Betty’s Bed and Breakfast and made my way inside of the hotel. A sick part of me couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he found out we weren’t driving anywhere, and I had just given him a hard time.
“Morning, Betty,” I greeted Betty at the front desk.
“Good morning, Abigail! Here for Mr. John?” Betty smiled in her usual bubbly way.
“I am. Have you seen him this mor—” I was interrupted by the sound of the front doors opening and a familiar voice.
“Sorry to keep you waiting. I ran to grab you something.”
I turned around to find John standing with a bouquet of wildflowers wrapped with a lavender bow. He held them out for me, and I took them from him. I didn’t know what to say.
“Thank you,” the words slipped from my lips in reflex, and I blushed. I had never had someone get me flowers before.
“You’re welcome. So, shall we head to your truck?” John clapped his hands and rubbed them together with interest.