Chapter Nineteen
Adalard appreciatively sniffed the delicious aroma of the cooking food as he entered Samara’s apartment. He could hear her moving around in the small kitchen area. Soft music played in the background.
He removed his jacket and placed it on a hook by the door. A knock beside him caused him to turn in surprise. He opened the door and saw Bear standing outside with a nervous, lopsided grin on his face.
“Hey, Adalard. How are you doing this evening?” Bear greeted.
Adalard frowned when he saw the other man holding a bottle of wine. It took him a moment to realize that Bear was staring in awe at the glowing flowers in his hand. It was too late to hide them.
“What are you doing here?” he demanded.
“Oh, good! You’re both here on time,” Samara greeted with a warm smile.
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