Davin
She smiled. “Oh, Davin. You shouldn’t have.”
She accepted the flowers carefully, turning them in her hands before bringing them close to her face to smell them. A smile spread across her face.
“I honestly didn’t think you’d remember.”
“You threatened me,” I deadpanned.
“Either way, I love them,” she said, still admiring the bouquet before glancing toward the counter. “Jasmine, dear.”
The name hit me before I even realized why. Every muscle in my body tightened.
“Yes, Peggy?”
I turned sharply just as Jasmine hurried toward us.
For a moment, I simply stared. It had been weeks since I’d last seen her. During those weeks, I’d convinced myself I’d gotten whatever madness had taken hold of me out of my system.
I’d even imagined how we’d eventually see each other again—inside a le
