Chapter 4
Felix was staring at the flower delivery guy. “Are you sure they’re for me?”
The guy shrugged, looking bored. “Felix Lane?”
“Yes.”
“Then they’re for you.” He turned to leave.
“But from who?”
The guy sighed. “Read the card, man. There’s usually a clue there.”
Felix watched him leave unsure of what to do with the paper-wrapped bouquet in his arms.
“Aren’t you gonna open it?” Hannah drummed her blood red nails on the folder she was hugging to her chest.
“But who sends flowers?”
She rolled her eyes. “Someone who likes you. Been on any hot dates lately?”
No, he’d been stood up twice. Kirk had never made it back yesterday or at least not while Felix had been awake. He’d spent his evening with a mountain of ice cream and a less than sane conversation with Lexi where he’d once
