Chapter 20Wills made good time, and he was about to merge onto the 395, when he said, “I want to return the vase to the florist and have a talk with the proprietor.”
I’d been thinking dreamily of our wedding, and those words brought me to the present with a start. “I’m sure the switched cards were just a mistake.”
“Maybe. What pisses me off is that some jerk-off’s wife or girlfriend got the card meant for you, and she’ll have no idea what a scumbag he is.”
I had to agree with him. “When I read that card and thought you were apologizing for screwing around…The thought of you with another man just about killed me, Wills.”
“I’m definitely going to talk to the proprietor. This was unnecessary.”
“I don’t think I would have overreacted the way I did if I’d heard from you during the time you
