Davina's POV

“Carnations or gladioli?”

I blinked at Elena, wondering why she was here at all. She clearly didn’t want to be.

Not that she’d said anything to that effect.

It was just this distant look in her eyes that gave me the impression she’d rather be anywhere else than here.

I didn’t blame her; I didn’t want to be here, either.

The display window had Samantha’s Floral Boutique printed in elegant gold script across the glass. I’d passed this place before, more than ...