“I’m very sorry, sir, but we don’t have parsley.” I narrow my eyes at the flower shop attendant and take a step closer. The man quickly retreats, his back hitting the wall behind him. This is the fourth flower shop open twenty-four seven that I’ve checked, and none of them had the damn herb. And I’m losing my patience. “I need parsley.” I lean forward until I’m growling into his face. “Now.”
