Robyn
Mortified.
There was no other word to describe how I felt as Phoenix left my bedroom. I sat back down at the foot of my bed and stared at the cheerful yellow and purple bouquet he had brought me.
On the one hand, I was so grateful that he had rescued me. I could only imagine what would have happened if he hadn't driven up when he did. If I had collapsed on the sidewalk in some unknown neighborhood, the next person who found me might not have been a good Samaritan.
I shuddered at the thought. Or maybe nobody would find me, and I would have a seizure or something equally terrible and end up dead. I would end up in the city morgue with a toe-tag that read "Jane Doe."
I huffed out a breath, the full reality of the situation hitting me like a punch. Yes, I owed Phoenix, big
