"I was," Eden says, nodding. Stepping forward, she takes the bouquet gently from his hands so she can lean in close and kiss his cheek. She should have stayed a few minutes longer this morning, she should have been late, she should have just taken the stupid day off and stayed in with him. It doesn't matter, though. It's over and done and he's here now, the warm scent of his skin under the unfamiliar cologne.

She steps back, taking one of his hands in her free one, leading him back into the apartment. He said he's taking her to dinner, but it can wait a minute. She'll want to change before going out again anyway. "I wanted to all day. I'm sorry I didn't call or anything. I feel like a heel, running off like that, and now you're taking me to dinner, and you're so sweet to me. I'm sorry."