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COLIN
“Can I come in?” I asked, standing on her doorstep. I’d hoped to be more prepared or eloquent or something, but as soon as I saw her, all I wanted was to wrap her up and never let her go again.
She nodded and moved back. She chewed on her lip, her gaze flicking from me to the flowers and back.
“Um, I brought these for you. I saw them on my walk back and wanted you to have them.”
“Thank you,” she said. She reached out for the flowers and pressed them to her nose. “They smell like the farm.”
I smiled and tried to breathe while she carried the flowers to the kitchen and put them in a pitcher.
When she came back, I opened my mouth, but Elise beat me to it.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
I pressed my lips into a line. She was constantly apologizing.
“I shouldn’t have told you how you
