Muffin.â
His elation burst like an overfilled water balloon. Maybe her banter was because she viewed him as one of the family. He needed to be careful or heâd get hurt.
He glanced at her from the corner of his eye. Doggone it, no. Protecting himself was his usual reaction. Delilah was special and heâd always known it. He was going for broke on this, and heâd let the chips fall where they may. If she ended up trampling his heart, at least he would go down knowing heâd given it his all.
This was the fourth florist, and Tom was beginning to think no one would be able to help them. Once again they were told that the lilies of the valley Elin wanted were hard to find even in season, let alone at Christmastime. Several offered white babyâs breath instead, but they thanked them and continued the search.
They exited the shop, and Tom blinked in the sunshine and stepped to Delilahâs side so his bulk shielded her from the worst of the wind. âWeâre beginning to run out of florists. We could go on up to Richmond maybe.â
Delilah nibbled on her lip, a trait he found endearing. âIâm beginning to think I need to tell Elin whatâs going on.â
âYouâre Wonder Woman, but thereâs a limit to even what you can do. You canât fabricate flowers out of thin air.â
âI would if I could. I so hate to disappoint Elin.â She sighed and pulled out her phone. âIâm going to call her.â
Tom listened to her side of the conversation and saw her shoulders relax. When she ended the call, he took her arm and steered her toward the street. âSheâs okay with babyâs breath?â
âYes, thank goodness. Elin is not a bridezilla in any way. She was a lot less stressed about it than I am.â She stepped off the curb and into the parking lot to cross to the truck, parked on the far side of the lot.
The hair on the back of Tomâs neck prickled, and he looked around at the people hurrying to and from the shops in the small strip mall. His intuition told him they were being watched, but no one appeared to be taking undue note of them. In an apartment above a card shop, a curtain twitched, and he shaded his eyes to stare at the window.
âSomething wrong?â Delilahâs voice held alarm.
âA goose walked over my grave, I guess.â He never dialed down his situational awareness, not even during social occasions. No sense in worrying her though.
He guided her to the truck and opened her door. A white envelope lay on the passenger seat with her name scrawled across it in bold lettering. âHold on.â
She craned her neck to look around him. âA card?â
âLooks like it. I had a feeling someone might be watching us, but Iâd hoped it was my imagination. Guess not.â He pulled latex gloves out of his pocket and put them on before picking up the envelope by one corner.
It wasnât sealed, so he opened the flap and pulled out the card. The handmade card cover was a picture of Tidewater Inn taken by the shore. His gut tightened, and he flipped it open to read the message inside.
Iâll be here when you least expect me.
Delilah gasped. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her against him. âHeâs just trying to scare you.â
âHeâs doing a good job.â Her voice shook and she bit her lip. âI wish I knew who was doing this and why. I donât have a single enemy. It makes no sense.â
âThere are a lot of disturbed people out there. I want you to continue to go through every relationship youâve ever had, every exchange in the grocery store or parking lot. Maybe something will come to mind that will help us figure this out.â
âOkay.â She blew out a shaky breath. âI think I need sustenance. The smell of those enchiladas is making me hungry. And I need more coffee if Iâm going to face any more rejections by