She climbed out in a heavy winter jacket.

Mark reached into the passenger seat and pulled out a huge bouquet of fresh-cut hydrangeas wrapped in expensive frosted paper.

Eleanor hurried to the front door and opened it before Mark could knock.

“Mark, these are absolutely stunning,” Eleanor said.

“Only the best for you, Eleanor,” Mark said.

“I know blue is your favorite.”

He stepped into the foyer and handed her the flowers.

He took off his coat and hung it on the brass hook.