Flowers arrived on my doorstep before I left for work the following morning. The card read: Pack a bag. You're coming home with me tonight. Reece. It would seem he hadn't completely left his bossy nature behind.
I packed a change of clothes to wear to work the following day and left a note for Becky with a promise to call later. I slipped Reece's card into my jacket pocket to remove evidence of the sender.
Becky called me as I strolled up to my desk. "It's not that I mind you staying the night with him again," she said. "But I don't even know his name."
"Listen here, Mom, stop worrying about me," I teased. "He's a good guy. I know what I'm doing. If it makes you feel better, I'll message you his address so you can send the police if I go missing."
"This isn't funny, Cleo. If it were me
