CORINNE
I pushed a hand through my short, disheveled hair and tried pulling my emotions back together but my mind was spinning faster than I could think straight.
“Who was that?” Benny’s voice came from behind me, tinged with curiosity and concern.
I picked up the package and bouquet from the porch, then slowly turned to face him.
His eyes were wide, half in shock, half amusement. “What the hell? Are you seeing someone?”
I shot him a disbelieving look. “That would be the absolute last mistake I’d ever make,” I said firmly, stepping forward to shut the door with my leg.
He suspiciously stared at the items in my hands with furrowed brows. “Then who’s it from?”
I walked back to the kitchen and set the bouquet and package on the counter. “We need to talk,” I said quietly. “I have somet
