Just how much did he know still? How much—
“Can I come in and drop the bouquet?” The delivery man asked patiently, and clearing my throat, I apologized for keeping him waiting.
Then I opened the room’s door wider for him to come in.
Dropping the bouquet, he walked toward me, handing me a small bag I hadn’t seen.
I was tempted to look inside and see what it was, but before I could, the young man spoke, “If you could sign here. I’ll tell your admirer you got his gifts.”
My admirer? My cheeks blushed uncontrollably, and a peal of hysterical laughter almost bubbled underneath my throat, but I kept it to myself.
If only he knew what Robert was to me.
Swiftly and without saying another word, I grabbed the pen and signed my name on the large book he held.
Finished, I asked the deli
