C37 Thirty-Seven
As we drove into the night, the speaker gave off directions to The blooms courtyard.
Putting the last curl in place, I asked, "I wasn't able to reach April Thorne, were you?"
He shook his head, saying, "No. Her line kept going to voicemail."
A sigh escaped me. "There goes our plan of buying our way in."
"Don't worry, I'll think of something," he assured