There was no yelling. No tears. Nothing. He appreciated that very much. “Thought you weren’t on until noon,” he said. “I wasn’t supposed to be, but Margie didn’t feel well this morning. I told her I’d cover for her. And I know you didn’t come looking for me, so…What can I do for the two of you?” She waited, not looking happy, not looking like anything Jax could identify easily. He didn’t understand. “Flowers for someone?” she suggested. And then he got it. She thought he’d come into her flower shop to order flowers for Debbie. “She didn’t stay, Gwen. Nothing happened.” “Okay. Does she still get flowers?” Her voice was cautiously even, her face carefully blank. He didn’t know what to make of it. He was used to women’s tears, to ones with a temper, to having to soothe them and try to make everything better for them. But he didn’t know what to do with Gwen. “You’re not going to yell at me?” he asked. “No.” “Why not?” “Why would I?”
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