But first, I had to deal with my ex. Why was he buying bleeding hearts?
“Where’s your boyfriend today?” His gaze bored into me.
“Working.”
“We make a better couple.” He smirked.
“No, we don’t,” I scoffed. “Do you want me to pass that message along?”
Dennis shrugged. “He’s gonna get what’s coming to him.”
“Are you threatening him?” I tightened my grip on the shears I used to cut the ribbon for his bouquet.
Dennis glanced at my shears. “I’m only kidding. You need to lighten up.”
My fingers tightened around the shears, wanting to stab him with them.
“You need to grow up.” I narrowed my eyes and stabbed the foam block that was set out for a different display. “If you want to please your wife, I suggest sunflowers or yellow roses to cheer her up. Bleeding hearts aren’t the right flower for love or romance.”
“These aren’t for her.”
I snorted. “For your mistress?”
He didn’t reply and lifted a shoulder. “My women enjoy all kinds of flowers.”
A thought formed in my head, sending chills all over me. Could Dennis be the murderer? Then who was the man with the red cap? Was he just a random customer who loved bleeding hearts? Was I overanalyzing?
Dennis grabbed his bouquet, glanced at it, and then left. I took a moment to gather myself as Sarah walked out from the back room to inform me when William Bell would pick up his flowers. With that information, I called Kain.
He pickedup right away. “Miss me?”
“So much,” I said, loving the sound of his comforting voice. “Dennis stopped by?—”
“What did he want?” Kain’s voice steeled.
“He bought a bouquet of bleeding hearts.”
A moment of pause thrummed over the phone.
“Do you think he has something to do with the murders?” I asked.
“Has he bought those flowers before?”
“I don’t recall, but I’ve only started paying attention to that flower recently.”
“Dennis is an asshole, but I don’t think he’s smart or patient enough to plan something as meticulous as these murders.”
“He said the bouquet is for his mistress. But who knows?”
“I’ll have my team look into him.”
“One more thing,” I said. “I’m sending you William Bell’s phone number. He’s the guy who ordered the pots of bleeding hearts. He’s picking up the flowers in two days.”
“Okay. I’ll be there.”
I felt the urge to take Kain out to dinner. “Are you busy tomorrow night?”
“My evening is flexible for you. What’s up?”
