Valentine’s Day…
I’m putting away the bouquet of red roses that Brody got me for Valentine’s Day, fluffing them and rearranging the straggler that doesn’t want to fall in line with the rest. Their perfume’s slight but still fragrant enough that it’s pleasing and not cloying, and I give up on getting everything to look perfect when my phone vibrates along the kitchen counter, scaring the s**t out of me.
I pick it up and press it to my ear, frowning at my inexpertly arranged flowers.
“Hello?”
“HEY!” Max practically yells, and I jump in my own damn kitchen, looking around to see where the danger’s coming from. There’s noise coming from her side of the conversation, off in the background somewhere, like the kind of noise you hear at a restaurant.
There’s the din of conversations, people m
