But why did she come? Hasn't she always avoided me? Could Eddie have brought her here? Lancelot's gaze shifted to Eddie's face.
Eddie, with a bag in hand, chuckled and said, "It wasn't me. I ran into her when her car broke down. I thought, hey, isn't this a perfect opportunity? So I brought her along to see you, right, Ms. Hawthorne?"
Florence offered an awkward smile and nodded.
The three took the elevator to the underground parking lot. While Eddie loaded the trunk, Lancelot turned to Florence. Suddenly, he removed the cashmere scarf from his neck and draped it over her.
The underground parking lot was freezing in late autumn, and the cold turned Florence's hands purple.
Unexpectedly, Florence pulled off the scarf and wrapped it snugly around Lancelot again. "You're still sick; you
