Lily
I SPENT a sleepless night in my apartment above the flower shop. More than once I questioned my refusal of Jerome's offer to get me a room at the bed-and-breakfast in case the robbers came back. I didn't want to rely on anyone's charity. They hadn't stolen anything, not even the hundred dollars in the till. It didn't feel like a break-in.
Not a real one.
I did need help, and I'd finally broken down enough to make the phone call and ask. Now I had to add "fix door" to my long list, and I realized I couldn't do it alone. It wasn't really charity, but more a small favor—a simple loan that I'd totally repay. I could accept a favor from a man I supported more than once in his life. My ex-boyfriend Mark should have known how difficult it was for me to ask for help, but that didn't make h
