“Good. I’m glad.” And it sounded like she meant it. She paused, then, glancing down at the arrangement, smile fading, expression, and voice, remaining apologetic as she said, “Guess I should give these back to you, huh?” her gaze raising to meet his own.

Shaking his head, he said, “Keep ‘em. Last thing I wanna do is make you think you don’t deserve ‘em.”

And at least, with him, she could be assured that he meant it.

One of the bonuses of being Simple.