#Chapter 20 - Cherry Comes

“I wish I could tell you, but I didn’t see anything last night or this morning,” Maggie replies. “It’s okay, Thank you.” “Of course.” I stare pensively at the bouquet flowers. But if they were from him, how could he have come in here without me sensing his pheromones? Something Maggie said crosses my mind. ‘He apparently had a strange look on his face and made an even stranger request of a vial of musk to mask his natural scent.’ A smile pours on my face. There is no doubt in my mind that the flowers are from Ansel. No one else knows that they are my favorite flower because he always mentioned when we were younger how much I smelled like them. He always had a way of finding them even when they were out of season just to surprise me. The gesture left me both happy and confused. After what happened between us last night, I was certain that I would receive notice this morning that I was to pack my bags and leave immediately. I gently pluck a flower and take it into the b