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“Whoever she is, you don’t have to be weird about it. You’re allowed to be happy.”

I don’t answer her. Since when did my sister grow up and pay attention to anyone besides herself?

“Goodnight,” she says, and hangs up before I can.

I drive the rest of the way back to the island, smiling like an idiot half the way there. I reach up and touch the side of my head where the potatoes hit me.

It was a good shot, but next time it’s my turn.

Chapter Five

Kayla

It has been almost a week since I last entered the bar. I’m still angry, yet all I want to do is make sure Vero is okay. But I can’t risk it. In the past, I missed all the red fucking flags when it came to men, and I will not be that woman again. A man can say the right thing after he fucked up, but I know better than to buy into it.

Flowers started arriving at my house a few days ago. I rolled my eyes when Mabel gave me the first bunch, but I have been taking them inside and putting them in whatever I can find because the flowers did nothing to me and they smell nice. But no matter how pretty they are, flowers do not make up for what he did. More arrive every day, and I now give them to Mabel to hand out to her friends from the book club.

Thankfully, Rogue is letting me come back to work tonight. I have been going crazy staying at home watching reruns of Grey’s Anatomy, so it was work or a felony charge.

The second I walk round the corner onto the street of the bar, I see Rogue standing out the front vaping. She gives me a look that says we need to talk, and I sigh but stop.

“Lay it on me,” I say, and she laughs.

“Thought you might want to see this,” she says.

I tilt my head, what the heck is she talking about?

I follow her into the bar, and freeze. The entire bar is filled with flowers, not just a few bunches, but every single surface is covered, bunches big and small. Some in vases, others in glasses. It smells like a florist in here.

Bianca is standing behind the bar holding a bunch, her nose pressed into the petals.

“What the fuck,” I whisper to myself.

Rogue holds up her phone, and I see the text messages.

Hi this is Vero, I am so sorry about your bar. Please send me the bill.

Please give the flowers to Kayla and tell her they are from all of us.

More are coming, do you have enough vases?

I will send more just in case.

“I’ll need a truck,” I mutter, and Rogue’s face scrunches up.

“You need a what?”

“A truck, Rogue. Does anyone have a truck?”

“I do.” Turning to the side, I see Marco, our delivery driver, smiling as he hands me the keys. “I’m done for the night, just have her back here by morning.”

“Thank you.”

It takes over an hour and a half for me to load the truck, though another delivery came while I was packing up the flowers, so I made the driver load those up too. There is barely any room left for me to close the doors, and Bruce helps me push so I can engage the lock. Then I leave it parked in the lot while I go back to work.

For my entire shift, I watch the clock as the hours drag by, which makes my anger reach its breaking point. Rogue lets me clock off at midnight, and I race straight out to the truck.

The entire drive to the island, I try to figure out my plan, but by the time the bridge comes into view, I still have no idea. All I know is they can have the damn things back; I don’t want them.