“Sorry, we have to go.” Camila wrapped an arm around him. “He’s having one of his episodes.”
“Do you need my help?”
“No, thank you. I’ve got him. He just needs to be home.” Camila and Milo hurried off.
I wasn’t sure what health condition Milo had, but something had triggered his panic. Did he know the man? I remembered how coherent he’d been in his apartment. What had happened to him to make him so unstable?
As I walked back to Etched Square, I passed two local banks. Would they offer me a decent loan for my flower shop? How could I make this dream come true now instead of later? I’d been working for Happy Flowers for a while and knew the ins and outs. Starting a brand-new shop elsewhere would require a lot more work.
Dear God, please guide me to make the right decision.
Thoughts crammed my head, making me lose focus. A car honked and startled me. I turned to see the familiar Rivian SUV. Kain pulled over to the curb, rolled down the window, and smiled at me.
He crooked his finger. “Come here, gorgeous.”
Seeing him brightened my mood. I was still getting used to him being my boyfriend.
I strode over to the passenger-side window and peered in. “How can I help you, Tattooed Titan?”
He looked me up and down and wiggled his eyebrows. “How much, baby?”
I arched an eyebrow. “You can’t afford me.”
“Name your price and I’ll give you my bank account number.”
Amusement tickled me as a number popped into my head. “Hmm . . . three hundred thousand would be a great deposit.”
“Done. Hop in.” He reached over, pushing the passenger door open. “We’ll discuss the payment later.”
Laughing, I slid into the car. He drove into the parking lot and parked.
“I haven’t reviewed the area yet,” I said, shifting in my seat to face him.
Getting Morgan’s phone call distracted me, not to mention seeing the man obsessed with bleeding hearts.
“No sweat.” He touched my face. “So happy to see you.”
“Happy to see you too,” I said, studying his face. Something felt off. “Is everything okay?”
“It is now.” He lifted my hand to kiss it.
“I saw a man buying a bouquet of bleeding hearts, so I followed him.”
“You what?” Concern sparked in his eyes. “Eva, that’s dangerous.”
“I thought he could be the murderer and didn’t want him to escape. But I lost sight of him around Coolidge Corner. He’s been in my shop and placed an order for bleeding hearts.”
“Do you have his contact information?” His lips thinned.
“His name and number are in the shop’s computer system.”
“Get it to me the next time you’re working.” His jaw tensed. “Did he see you?”
“I don’t think so. There were too many people out and about.”
“What flower shop did you see him in?”
I told him, and he said he’d follow up with the shop to review their recordings.
