Chapter 4
Later that afternoon, there was a knock on the door. Paul answered and found a handsome delivery man standing on the doormat with a clipboard and pen in one hand and a massive bunch of flowers in the other.
“Paul Reynolds?” he said, thrusting the clipboard at Paul.
He signed the form, thanked the delivery man, and carried the flowers into the kitchen. He was beaming. No one had ever sent him flowers before. Tucked into the bouquet was a small red envelope and inside, a card.
Sorry. I snore.
Calvin.
Paul went straight to the telephone and called him. “Thank you for the wonderful flowers.”
“I realised when I woke up and found you gone, and then your lovely note, that my snoring had probably been the culprit.”
“I’m sorry about that. I didn’t want to wake you. I’m not used to
