"Which reminds me…"
Understanding, she smiled. "It's only the tenth, Byron. You still have time to pick up that well-thought-out, loving gift. And no matter what Kate says, don't buy her computer software. Flowers always work for me."
And no one had sent her flowers, she thought, in too long to remember. When her mind drifted to a tiny yellow wildflower, she pulled it back, and called herself an idiot.
Finding the Dream
Despite what Alfred Lord Tennyson may have thought, a young man’s fancy doesn’t wait until spring to turn to love, but a month sooner — on Valentine’s Day.