Eden’s POV
“What are you doing here… J—Jack?!”
My longtime boyfriend is leaning against the towering foyer of the front porch, holding a bouquet of red and white roses that look too expensive for him to afford. I step outside and shut the door behind me, seeing Mason rustle around for a gun or his phone; I don’t wait to see which one he pulls first.
“What are you doing here?” I gasp, confused. “How did you know where—”
He motions to the hoard of matching black SUVs in the driveway. “Had a little bit of help tracking you down, Eden. I just wanted to see if we could talk, sweetheart.”
He shoves the roses into my hands, and I want to smile at the gesture, but I can’t. We’ve been together for years, and he still doesn’t know that my favorite flowers aren’t roses at all.
I guess it’s a bi
