Chapter Five
It was a bright Sunday morning when Angela opened the screen door to see Jake standing there with a wide smile, clutching a huge bouquet of roses.
"Oh, my." Angela stared at the flowers.
Jake pulled the bundle apart into two equal parts—-one of pink roses and one of all red.
He handed the red ones to Angela and the other bouquet to her shocked mother, who had followed her to the front door.
Mary-Ann took the flowers, studying them as if he'd given her a live grenade.
"Let me put these in water before we go." Angela spun and headed for the kitchen, hiding her smile at seeing her mother's expression.
"I'll be in the car," Jake called after her. "Pleased to see you, Mary-Ann."
Angela settled the roses in a vase, noting her mother's mumblings of approval as she dealt with
