Chapter 18
David walked back into the lobby of his apartment building. He’d just seen Jasmine off. The concierge had allowed her to park out front today, but David gave her a pass that would allow her to enter the underground garage and gain access to his penthouse for her next visits.
“Excuse me, sir.” David turned to the concierge. “You have a package.” The young man in a crisp suit handed a long box to him.
David took the box and looked it over. The return address was a flower shop. Who could be sending him flowers? It was such a strange gift for a guy.
He thanked the concierge and took his private elevator to his apartment. He placed the package on the kitchen countertop and used a knife to cut through the tape. He opened it to see a bouquet of wilted purple petunias and black rose
