Ordinarily, Cat didn't go on deliveries for Sherwood Florist herself, being the manager of Dinah's NYC branch of the shop. That was what employees were for. But every now and then, it did a body good to get out.
Flowers successfully delivered (looked like an inter-office romance, with a dean romancin' one of the professors), she was heading back across the campus to where she'd parked her car, passing by some of the picnic tables as she did so.
She stopped, turned, and looked back. "Jacob?"
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