Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Eva
When I got home, I still felt sick to my stomach as I opened the door. I’d never been in a dangerous situation like that.
I kicked off my shoes and inhaled the delicious aroma of herbs, reminding me of Grandpa’s presence. I didn’t want him to worry about me. Composing myself, I walked to the living room and found him in the recliner, watching an episode of MacGyver.
“You’re home early today.” He reached out a hand to me and squeezed. “You look tired.”
“Very,” I said, trying my best not to show anything. “Gonna shower now.”
“Okay. I made us some chicken soup for dinner.”
Homemade soup would make me feel better. I entered my bedroom, closed the door, and sat on my bed, releasing a stressed sigh. My hands trembled, and I clasped them together, trying to calm the nerves. I didn’t know if I could go to work tomorrow.
I reviewed my to-do list for Happy Flowers and looked at the calendar.
The Valentine’s Day rush was over, so the shop had some breathing room before the spring demands.
Sarah should feel better tomorrow, and Erika asked for more hours this coming week.
This was the perfect time for me to take some time off.
I emailed Morgan, the owner of the shop, requesting a week off starting tomorrow and briefing her on what had occurred at the hotel.
In the shower, I replayed the event in my head. Who was that man with the tattoo on his face? Why was he in my neighborhood? Did he live around here? The possibility only made me feel more terrified, and I called the local police, informing them of what I knew.
Was anyone hurt in the banquet room?
My heart thudded, remembering how Kain had shielded me with his body.
His reaction was quick, as though he were used to these dire situations.
Had he been hurt? He appeared fine, more stable than I was.
He’d made me feel safe, but now I felt exposed and vulnerable, yearning for his presence.
The attraction surprised me. Well, not really.
He had a natural magnetism. But caution kept me at bay.
I didn’t want to get hurt again. My chest constricted, and I rubbed circles around my sternum.
I slapped my hand to my forehead. What was I doing? Kain already had a beautiful woman. The last thing I wanted was to interfere with his relationship. Not my style.
Focus on yourself. Focus on your dreams.
With that in mind, I knew what I’d be doing during my week off: spending time with my grandfather and working toward my future flower shop.