Chapter 115

I knew I'd beat him to his house and wasn't sure how comfortable I was going in alone. I wasn't going to snoop, but it was his personal space, and I didn't want to intrude. I warred with that silly notion for far longer than I should before I got out, found the key, and let myself in.

Closing the door behind me, I took a single step before I noticed the vast number of flowers-all the color of my hair. Beautiful orange Marigolds, California Poppies, Lily of the Incas, and far more I didn't recognize. Petals littered the floor in a path between the vases. Everywhere I turned there were more I hadn't seen. Each vase took me a step closer to the living room where Dan sat on the couch with something in his hand.

My heart threatened to beat out of my chest until I realized what he was holding was paper.

"Where's your truck?" My brow furrowed in confusion.

"That's the question you're choosing to lead with?" He roared with laughter.