Bree’s POV
I chew on my thumbnail nervously as I sit at the kitchen table staring at the clock. Reese should be here any minute…
There is a soft knock on the door, and I hop up and make myself walk slowly to the door to let him in.
6:00 on the dot.
Reese always was very punctual.
I always liked that about him.
“Good evening Bree, you look lovely.”
“Thank you, Reese. You look nice too.”
Reese does look nice.
He has his blonde hair perfectly smoothed back and is wearing an emerald green dress shirt that matches his green eyes.
He also is holding a bouquet of red roses and a large brown paper bag.
He smiles and holds out the flowers.
“I hope you like roses.”
“Oh, thank you.” I take them and turn around to find a vase.
This was super thoughtful of him.
I mean, how would he kn
