He breathes, “Sweet angel, I’ve wanted you since the first time I heard you sing.” That stops me dead. “Um . . . what?” He wraps his arms around me, and rests his forehead on my shoulder. His heart thumps a steady beat against my breasts. “I heard you singing to yourself one day. Nine months ago, to be exact. The day Nico and I first came into your shop to get flowers for Kat. I’ll never forget it, no matter how long I live.”
