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“A man knocked me to the floor, kicking me. I was threatened—ordered to leave Camilla,” Jared added. “This craziness has to stop.”
“But—” Camilla argued.
“No buts.” Jared folded his arms on his chest.
“Steven said to me that I hadn’t set a date. I think that’s why he’s kept on pressing. He didn’t believe I was serious, truly serious about Jared. I’ve made my intentions public. I think he’ll shrink away now.”
“You set a date—to marry me—to convince an idiot to leave you alone?” Jared faced her. A storm roiled in his eyes. She’d never witnessed anger from him before. “So, I’m what…your excuse?”
“No. It’s not like that,” Camilla wailed.
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Once the groceries were stored in their rightful places, Camilla handed him napkins and silverware. “Will you put them on the table? Then grab the salads from the fridge.”
As instructed, he moved to the dining room. “Nice flowers on the table. Who sent them?” Jared called out.
“Let’s share a bottle of red wine tonight,” she hollered from the kitchen. “Pick your favorite from the rack. And you know where to find the glasses.”
Obviously, she hadn’t heard him.
“Wine is open,” he called out a few minutes later.
When she appeared in the doorway to the dining room, he poured dark liquid into both glasses and offered her one. They clinked their glasses together.
She sipped. “Hmmm, that’s nice. Dry and fruity.”
Taking the glass from her, he deposited it on the table. “About these flowers,” he said. “There’s a card here.”
“Are you fishing for a compliment? You know who sent them.”
“Know?” Jared asked. She wanted to play a guessing game?
“Okay, I understand.” She stopped and made a slight bow. “Thank you, darlin’, for the flowers. I should’ve said that the minute I saw you, but you…sort of distracted me. They’re lovely, and I adore you.” After blowing a kiss in his direction, she went to the stove where she placed sliced bread on a plate with a small dish of butter. “Take this, please. I’ll ladle up the gumbo.”
“Honey, I love you bunches, but I didn’t send the flowers. I bought you a gift, but it’s still in my truck.”
Camilla froze.
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