Compass (Second Chances 1)

I contracted Athena to handle the flowers in the boutique. She sends someone over twice a week to freshen the bouquets that dot the interior of the showroom.

Her beautiful flower arrangements help set the romantic mood of Katie Rose Bridal.

“You could have waited until morning.” I look over the cute white pants and checkered white and blue blouse she’s wearing. “Why would you risk getting that outfit wet? Those roses are beautiful, by the way. They’ll look perfect in the showroom.”

She takes a step closer to me, her blue eyes narrowing. “These aren’t for the boutique, Kate. These are for you.”

I gaze down at the flowers.

“Preston has excellent taste.” Natalie grazes her fingertip over the petal of a pale purple rose.

“Preston?” Athena’s gaze volleys between Natalie and me. “Who’s Preston?”

A knot settles in my stomach as I stare down at the breathtaking bouquet. “The man who sent the flowers?”

Athena’s golden brown hair floats over her shoulders as she shakes her head. “You should read the card, Kate. He came in an hour ago and filled it out himself.”

“Who came in?” Natalie’s lip purse. “Gage Burke?”

Athena gives my hand a gentle squeeze. “He insisted I give them to you before you left for the day.”

I pluck the small white envelope from the bouquet she’s holding.

Turning my back to her and Natalie, I break the seal on the envelope with my fingernail and slide out the card.

My gaze glides over the handwriting. It’s just as I remember it; hurried and crowded, but completely legible to me.

Katie,

I’m sorry for scaring you yesterday.

I’m sorry for that day five years ago.

I’m sorry for every day since.

Gage

“What does it say?” Natalie asks over my shoulder. “Gage sent the flowers, didn’t he?”

I nod.

“Are you all right, Kate?” Athena’s hand lands in the middle of my back, giving it a soft pat. “I’m sorry if I upset you.”

“You didn’t,” I say in a voice that is too weak to be my own. “I’m fine.”

“I can take the flowers and put them…”

“No.” I pivot on my heel to face her

and Natalie. “I’ll take care of the flowers. I know just where to put them.”

Chapter 13

Gage

Jesus.

I stare at the doorway of Tin Anchor and the woman who just walked in.