But after that, it hadn’t taken long for flowers to start arriving as word of her awakening began to spread through Azalea. On a normal day, she would have been the one taking orders at the flower shop and creating the bouquets, but now she was the one receiving them. As two o’clock rolled around, Sam Holt walked into her room. When Libby saw his face, her heart skipped a beat. Dear Lord. He was real. When she saw what he was carrying, her vision blurred. Lilacs. He remembered. Then she steeled herself for what was obviously coming as he neared her bed. “Where’s Sammy?” she asked. “School’s not out yet. Kate said she’d bring him by when she picked them up.” Kate? So he was already on a first-name basis with her friends. “Where did you come from?” she asked. “Amman, Jordan.” It was the last thing she expected him to say. Sam put the vase of lilacs on the table nearest her bed, started to take her hand and then stopped. He’d done it before, but she’d been asleep.
