I changed the locks, but Dax wouldn't give up. He kept showing up at my door every few days.
I wouldn't open up, so he'd camp outside for hours, messing with my work schedule.
Finally, I'd had it. I swung the door open, snatched the bouquet of roses out of his hand, and dumped it straight in the trash.
"I'm allergic to pollen. Did you even remember that?" I said, ice in my voice.
He had the decency to look sheepish. "Sorry, I forgot. Won't happen again."
I was done. "If you really wanna make it up to me, leave me alone. I'm exhausted enough as it is."
He looked flustered, but he still tried to explain. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—"
I cut him off. "You got something to say? Say it. All of it. Once and for all."
He hesitated, then went all earnest on me. "I've already told Rachel to
