The smell of cinnamon drifted through Kingston Bookstore.
Lois stood behind the register staring at a bouquet of flowers.
Again.
Because apparently they weren't going away.
Every Monday.
For six weeks.
Flowers.
Different colors.
Different arrangements.
Always accompanied by the same note.
Have a good day.
No signature.
No explanation.
No need.
Everyone knew.
Especially Mrs. Kingston.
Who had become completely unbearable about it.
"Your boyfriend is ridiculous."
Lois looked up.
"Technically he's still courting me."
Mrs. Kingston laughed.
"A billionaire courting someone with weekly flowers."
"He says consistency is important."
"He owns helicopters."
Lois couldn't argue with that.
A smile tugged at her lips anyway.
Because Walter had been trying.
Really trying.
Not
