Chapter 47 - 47 (1/2)

I made it home in record time and slowed only when I saw something on the front porch. I approached cautiously until I saw that they were a bundle of roses. I raced up the steps and snatched them up and brought them to my chest. They were beautiful red and white roses in a bed of baby's breath. I brought them to my nose breathing their wonderful scent deep until I saw an envelope sticking out of the back.

Only when they were safely tucked into a vase did I read the message that came along with them.

Mia,

I know this is hard on you, it's been hard on both of us. Nevertheless, I see the end coming and it's leading to a bright future. It's been a day since I held you in my arms and you're still on my mind every waking second. I find myself counting the minutes until I can see you again. I hope you are as well. Until I see you again, think of me.

Master Reed

P. S. Lizzie said you have a new outfit. Wear it tomorrow and I'll reward you well.

His tender words brought tears to my eyes that I blinked rapidly away. Even if he hadn't signed it, I would easily recognize his handwriting. I had a sinking feeling that I was already in love with him and I tried hard to tell myself that it was too soon.

An idea came to mind as I stood there staring at my roses and my letter. I was going to send him a bouquet back just to let him know I was indeed thinking the same thing. After all, I didn't see any reason why men couldn't receive flowers as well.

I grabbed the phone to call the first florist that I saw when I opened my phone book. Only to realize that I had no idea where he lived. I felt terrible that the only place I could think of was his club and that backroom.

I shook my head to clear it of that memory and got to thinking. I was pretty sure Lizzie would know or could ask Jordan, at the very least. Yet, the idea of asking them was humiliating and the office was closed so I couldn't even go look it up. I was groaning in disappointment when the logo on the flowers caught my eye.

”Yes! I bet they'd have his address.” I said out loud happily.

I hurriedly looked up their number and called them immediately while I mentally patted myself on the back.

”Tri-Area Flower Boutique. This is Sandy, how can I help you?” said the lady answering the phone.

She sounded irritable but I brushed it off thinking it had to be close to the end of her day anyway.

”Hi! This is Mia Johnson. I just got a delivery from you guys and I-”I began.

”I'm sorry, no returns. If you would like to block the sender, please speak to the police,” she said in the same monosyllabic tone.

”What? No!” I said horrified.

”If the roses were crushed. We do apologize and be assured the delivery man will be dealt with,” she continued obviously not listening.

”No! I just want-”

She interrupted me again. ”If the flowers are wilted-”

”Lady, listen. I'm not sure what kind of shop you are running but I assure you the flowers are fine,” I interrupted her, my patience walking on thin ice where she was concerned.