Chapter 236: MASSAGE WITH BLURRED LINES: FLYNN
The courtesy bus from the retreat came to pick us up, and we headed back from Key West to a little resort outside Marathon. We were greeted by a huge old, wooden-style house covered in lilac wisteria with an arched walkway draped in tiny white jasmine flowers that made it look like something from a magazine. The girls gasped and commented on how beautiful it was, and Valerie immediately took her phone out and snapped pictures of it.
When I named the flowers, they stared in wonder that a rock star would know anything about botany. I never told them the only reason I knew was because the house my ex Iria lived in had the same plants, and I'd commented on how pretty they were the first time she'd taken me home.