Chapter 22
The next day there was a familiarly-shaped, paper-wrapped “parcel” standing upright in a large vase of water on Jules’ desk. Kaylee eyed it hopefully, but Jules said nothing about it. All day she kept glancing over at it, trying to imagine what sort of flowers were hiding inside, and all day Jules pretended it wasn’t even there.
As they were getting ready to go for lunch she finally said, “Flowers?”
“Yup.”
“You shouldn’t have.”
“They’re not for you,” he said with a laugh.
Probably for Jane, she thought bitterly. The rest of the afternoon when she glanced at the flowers, it was with resentment.
At the end of the day he scooped the flowers out of the vase and said, “Come on, I’ll drive you home. I’m headed that way anyways.”
“Something to do with the flowers?”
“Yup.” He w
