Fuck, if I can’t have Hallie, I don’t want anyone. I might never get my dick wet again.
The first thing I do on my walk back to my cabin is search for local florists, dialing the first one.
“Hi. Floral Delight. How can I help?” A very chirpy woman greets me.
“Uh. Hi. I was wondering if you could help me with an ongoing mission of mine.”
There’s a slight pause.
“Sure. What do you need?”
A smile creeps up my lips.
“A delivery of flowers, I don’t care how much they cost, every single day to the same address until I tell you to stop.”
Now there’s a long pause.
“Every day? Are you sure?”
“Positive. I’ll send over a color scheme for each day.”
“Okay. When would you like to start?”
“Tomorrow,” I reply quickly.
I will find a way to show her that I’ll fight for her. That I’m not the man she thinks I am.
Especially not when she’s with me.
I need to remind her of the Conan she brings out. The man I want to be.
Because Hallie is my future, and I can’t let this go without fighting to my last breath for her.
Chapter 69
HALLIE
“Hey, what about LA? Or Las Vegas?” I call out to Lily, who is busy making dinner in the kitchen.
“Vegas could be fun. But I’d have to speak to my dad. I’m not sure I can go there.”
I frown.
“Why?”
“Oh, just business things with him and the men who run Vegas.” She says it so casually.
I wonder how much she actually knows about Conan’s world.
Ugh. Why did I have to think about him?
“Okay. So, I still need to put this place up for sale.”
She stirs the pasta, her face deep in thought.
“I can get us money. I don’t think selling this place will be good for you.”
I swallow. Maybe it is what I need. A fresh start. Not living in a place that just reminds me of my loss. But thinking of selling my dad’s house makes me want to throw up.