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Knox picked me up at six with a kiss that left me breathless and a bouquet that made my eyes tear up. “More flowers?” I asked.
He shrugged. “I figured the ones I got you a few weeks ago were gone, and you needed some new ones.”
I took the bouquet and brought them to my nose. I turned to retrieve the pitcher I’d used last time, Knox behind me, when he cleared his throat.
“I, um, also got this.”
I stopped and spun to face him, gasping when he held up a simple vase. It was tall enough for the flowers he brought, but not so tall it wouldn’t fit shorter blooms. It was crystal clear glass with vertical lines on it that added movement to the glass.
“You got me a vase?”
He nodded and moved to set the vase next to the sink. “I noticed you didn’t have one last time I brought flowers. I hop
