Chapter 13
The light tap on John’s apartment door identified itself as Tracy’s without John having to even look. He opened it and grinned at the property manager of the apartment complex. “Good morning.”
“It really is, John,” she nodded soulfully. “It really is. I didn’t think spring was ever going to get here, but I’ll tell you what, that right there is a beautiful day.”
He smiled back. “I’d say it’s about time. And speaking of, please tell me it’s not time for another fire alarm test. They get Miss T jittery for hours.”
“Nope.” She thumbed at the lobby. “Another delivery for you. I left it in the office in case you weren’t around. It’s a big one. Flowers this time. Weirdest bunch of blooms I ever saw, too.”
John rolled his eyes. “I am so sorry. I don’t know why he’s still doing that
