The workshop fell so quiet I could hear the old clock ticking above the office door.
Every pair of eyes shifted from Tyler to the enormous bouquet of flowers in his hands.
He looked uncomfortable which was unusual for him. Tyler had always carried himself like the room belonged to him but today he hesitated just inside the roller door as though he wasn’t entirely sure he’d made the right decision.
I leaned against the workbench and folded my arms.
“I’ll give you points for originality. Nobody had ever tried apologizing with enough flowers to start a garden.” I said and a couple of muffled laughs came from somewhere behind me.
Tyler glanced toward the Iron Vipers before looking back at me.
“Can we talk?” He asked.
“We are talking.” I said.
“I meant privately.” He said and I
