I was seated on the couch in the sunroom, Easton wasn’t home yet but his head of security made his way to me, followed by two officers in uniform and a man wearing a leather jacket and a nice dress shirt underneath it. His blonde hair was short yet styled. His blue eyes deep yet soulful. The head of security gestured to me.
“This is Poppy Miller.” He introduced me, “Miss Miller, detective Hunter wants to ask you some questions regarding the shooting at the flower shop.”
The detective held his hand out to me, “Jason Hunter.” He introduced himself, “How are you holding up, Miss Miller?”
I took his hand and shook it, “Detective.” I greeted and leaned back in my seat again, thanking the woman who brought over a cup of tea to help me calm down a little, “I’m doing okay.” I gestured around us
