Chapter 13

"YOU BROUGHT ME A corsage." This was said in a tone of awww, accompanied by a look of stunned pleasure on Norah's face that completely eradicated the feeling of idiocy Cam had felt on buying it.

"Well, it's part of that whole dance experience. It seemed the thing to do. I wasn't sure what you'd be wearing, so I figured wrist made more sense than something you pinned on. You look amazing, by the way." He had a soft spot for that little black dress from New Year's, now sans Hush hair and paired with some short jacket that stopped at the base of her shoulders.

"Put it on." Beaming, she held out her wrist and waited while he fastened on the simple red rose corsage.

"It's a bit trite, but Trudy up in the floral section of McSweeney's Market doesn't have a whole lot to work with. We don't have a proper florist anymore."