“These are for you.” Henry holds out the roses for her to collect. “Thanks.” She grins. “For the flowers, Abbi.” “Are you suggesting I can’t be thoughtful?” Henry’s face is a mixture of amusement and annoyance. “Abbi, tell her how thoughtful I can be.” “He once rush-ordered a replacement vest for me when a grizzly bear tore mine apart.” Violet’s expression twists with horror, making us both laugh.
