Chapter 11

Two weeks later . . .

After much contemplation, Lacey called her mother from her burner phone. The truth was she missed calling her mother to let her know what was going on in her life and to get her advice.

Her mother answered on the third ring. “Hello?”

“Mother, it’s Lacey.”

“Oh my god! Lacey! I had hoped against hope you would call again. I got your voicemail a while back. I didn’t pick up because I didn’t know the number or the name. Oh, darling!” she cried happily.

Lacey smiled as she became teary eyed. “I’ve missed you.”

“And I’ve missed you, too. Very much. Oh, my darling child. Where are you?”

“I’m at an enchanting bed and breakfast with the most enchanting man,” she swooned as she laid back on the bed.

“A man? Do tell.”

Lacey told her mother everything about Brian. “Yesterday, he bought me twenty-one bouquets of flowers. The number of days we’ve known