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    I put the phone away yet again, and then I follow the very impressed Clara into the store while
    tucking the newly acquired jewelry into my purse.
    “I’m realizing that Henry has to start working a little harder. I think I’ve been letting him get by
    too easy,” she snarks.
    I laugh a little too hard, and then I pull a daring little number from the rack.
    “Oh yeah. You have to get that… is it a dress?” she wonders aloud.
    “I think it’s supposed to be a dress, but I wouldn’t wear it out. I need something fully suited for
    the bedroom, and that’s it,” I say while motioning to the black, sheer gown.
    It has a lacy bosom area, and then it splits the rest of the way down while the sides almost touch
    the floor. The stomach is completely exposed, and the dangerously skimpy underwear carries the
    same lacy pattern as the bust area.
    The underwear seconds as a garter belt offering dangling clips to hold stockings, which I will also
    be acquiring.
    “Wow. Devin will totally flip out when he sees that,” Clara murmurs in a whispered tone.
    I’m sure she feels a little shameful for the indecent thoughts rattling around in her mind.
    “Why don’t you get something to wear for Henry while we’re here?”
    “I think I just might,” she chuckles.
    It doesn’t take her long to find something a little more respectable.
    We pay the cashier, and stroll out arm in arm. I see the street where we got into the first battle,
    and I get a little sick. Just a few miles down the road is where I had to watch everyone die.
    “What’s wrong?” Clara worries.
    “Just a bad memory. What’s next?”
    “The flower shop,” she pops. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
    “I’m fine. Let’s hurry this along. I’m starting to feel the effects from last night,” I lie.
    “Tell me about it,” she exasperates while gripping her head.
    We walk two stores down to where I ordered the flowers, and the door dings too loudly for Clara’s
    head to withstand, forcing a comical scowl to her face. I chuckle lightly as a man comes to greet us
    with an obligatory smile.
    I quickly hand him the list of things I preordered, and then I hand him my card to pay.
    “Ms. Titan?” he muses while staring at my card.
    “Yes.”
    “Mr. Cole requested I call you Mrs. Cole and give you these when you showed up,” he says with a
    more genuine grin.
    He hands me a large assortment of flowers, and Clara slaps her head in complete frustration.
    “Henry definitely has to step up his game,” she scoffs.
    I smirk as I smell the glorious beauties, and Clara takes them from my hands before I even have
    to ask her.
    “Go call him. He deserves to be bragged on,” she sulks in envy.
    My phone buzzes, and I answer it without even looking at the number.
    “I love them,” I say appreciatively.
    “Love what?” Jake laughs.
    “Oh. It’s you,” I grumble.
    “Wow. Love you too, sis.”
    “Sorry,” I laugh.
    I smile a little at his mocked offense, and then he continues.
    “I’m going to hang out with Jane tonight instead of crashing at your place.”
    “Oh?” I muse.
    “Yeah. We can talk about it later or not at all,” he murmurs with a touch of embarrassment.
    “Sure. Have fun, but take my wine to the inn first,” I instruct.
    “Oh yeah. Devin left you a gift there. Where are you?”
    “The flower shop,” I say with a smirk.
    “Sweet. I’m turning by there right now,” he says, and then I hear the roar of the new car he’s
    found complete joy in.
    Clara and I make our way through the loud ringing of the obnoxious door, and her eyes glare at
    the box overhead where the sound is protruding from.
    “Damn bells,” she gripes, and I giggle again just before Jake hops out of the car.
    “Here,” he says while tossing me a box.
    I open it with giddy anticipation, and Jane is almost trembling with exciting butterflies as she
    mouths, “Thank you,” to me.
    I just give her a wink before looking down at the present that makes me