Drew held three red roses, and her eyes took them in, and him. “Are those for me?” “You got it, baby.” “They’re beautiful.” “I’m afraid they were all they had.” “You don’t need to spend loads of money on me. This is beautiful, and perfect. I only have single-stemmed glasses, look.” She left the door open, and he closed it, locking it. He followed her into the kitchen. The food smelled amazing, and his mouth was watering. No woman had ever cooked for him. Raven was reaching into a cupboard, and he saw her take out three long stepped vases. They would only fit a single rose, and she placed them in each one, putting a little water in the bottom. “Beautiful,” she said, placing them on the table. “I believe it was custom for a man to bring a gift.”
