“Oh, I wouldn’t say I word,” said Hannah lightly, closing the door behind Terry.
Hannah shrugged slightly, attempting not to blush as she looked at the clutter in her living room. She might have gone slightly overboard, wanting to throw away everything that the Renegade might have touched rather than just what was broken. Her smile brightened though when he pulled out the flowers. “Oh Terry, they’re lovely. Thank you.” She pulled a glass vase down from the shelf. Hannah figured the one good thing about ending up in the hospital was that everyone brought her flowers when they came to visit. “But I would hardly call taking out my garbage a fair trade. You really don’t have to,” insisted Hannah as she centered the flowers on one of the end tables. “There. That looks good, doesn’t it?”