“Ohhhh! It’s Valentine’s Day? It all makes sense now.” “What does?” “Some woman gave me a single rose and her number, down on the street this morning. The boys ragged me so much.” I’m surprised by a hot, dark streak of emotion. I’m frowning. “How positively delightful for you.” “Oh, wait! It was a clue! Rosie, the rose! The perfect girl to be my midday rescue.”
