I glanced at Vox, and even he had a small smirk on his face.
He gave me a lazy, backward peace sign and drove off, leaving me feeling confused and suspicious.
Why did I feel like they were in on something and I was about to get punked?
Shaking my head, I jogged up the front steps and scooped up an Amazon package on my way inside.
“Angel, you’ve gotta stop ordering so much shit, you don’t make murder money any?—”
The words died in my mouth as I entered the foyer.
There were lilies…everywhere.
They were in hundreds of vases on the floor and spilling over every possible surface.
There were bouquets in armchairs, on the desk, and end tables.
They were wrapped in a garland that lined the banister of the grand staircase…
They were just…everywhere.
The whole spacesmelledlike lilies, and for a moment, I was transported back in time to the day my father and I had made bouquet after bouquet together.
In the middle of all the flowers stood Cal.
He was in the suit he wore when we worked services together, with his hands in his pockets and a soft smile on his face.
“Hey, ginger snap,” he said, his voice low and husky.
My throat closed up, and I dropped the Amazon package, pressing the heels of my palms into my eyes to try to keep myself from crying.
“Wh-what… what’s all this?” I asked, sniffing.
“Come over here, baby.”
I carefully walked through a path on the floor of lilies toward Cal, wiping a tear away as I went.
“Why did you… how? Cal, this is…” I didn’t have words.
How had he done this?
Why had he done this?
My gaze darted into the viewing room to find that the lilies continued in there as well. I wondered if he’d filled the entire house with them.
Knowing him, probably.
Cal didn’t do anything halfway.
I jumped as he slid his warm, tattooed hands into mine, grabbing my attention.
“Ryan…”
I looked up at him, and my heart stopped.
He was gorgeous… so fucking beautiful, and the way he was looking at me…
I choked again, and he cupped my face tenderly.
