Chapter 5
Titus
I don’t know what in the f**k I’m doing. If I believed she was capable of it, I would say Sunny is truly a witch and she cast a spell on me.
But that’s obviously not her speed. She’s not looking to tangle anyone into her web.
Not intentionally, anyway.
Yet, tangled I am. That’s the only explanation I have for why I feel it’s necessary to drive her bus out to her with supplies in the back to make her flower boxes.
It’s stupid, really.
I should just be dropping the vehicle off and then slink off to shift and sniff around her place to see what I can find. I have a job to do for Alpha Green.
Instead I’m set on playing gardener to a woman who doesn’t want my help.
Fuck-nuts crazy.
And yet when Sunny bursts out the door in all her sunny glory when I pull up, I forget al
