"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
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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.
