Chapter Eighteen
Faith’s smile was instant as she opened the front door, a beautiful Wyatt standing on the other side holding a large bouquet of sunflowers in a crystal vase in her hands. “Welcome.”
“Why, thank you,” Wyatt said with a smile and a small curtsey that made Faith’s smile grow. As always, Faith was struck by just how beautiful Wyatt was. She was wearing the same outfit she’d been wearing in the bathroom earlier that day, but now the ever-present bandana was gone, her hair brushed down to a rich, auburn shine.
Faith looked past her friend and saw no car. “Didn’t Pops drop you off?” she asked, stepping aside so the waitress could enter.
“He did not.” Wyatt handed Faith the flowers as she passed her. “For the lady of the house,” she said softly with a little smirk.
“Why, than
