I let the front door of the church swing shut as I struggled through the entryway carrying the groceries. I felt the breeze of Jenks' wings as I made my way across the sanctuary, heading for the kitchen.

"You've got mail," Jenks announced.

I went into the kitchen, "What did I get?" I asked as I set the groceries on the counter closest to the fridge and opened it to see if we had enough room inside. I started moving things around as Jenks lighted on the top of the door, "It's something from your secret admirer," he announced.

I straightened up, and looked at him. "What?" I asked, as I turned back to my groceries.

"You've got flowers," Jenks said, and I heard the glee in his voice.

"Flowers?" I asked, putting down the tomato juice. I looked around the kitchen.

"Ivy put them in the living room," Jenks said and flitted out of the room, dusting a pale yellow.

Forgetting my groceries, I followed him. I stopped in the middle of the living room, staring at the giant bouquet of roses sitting on the coffee table. Ivy looked up at me, her legs dangling over the side of the couch and her laptop perched on her knees. "Yah, that was my reaction, too. Who the hell would send you that many flowers?"

"Is there a note?" I asked, as I knelt by the coffee table and stared at the blood red buds.

"Yes, but Ivy wouldn't let me open it," Jenks pouted, and I grinned at Ivy.

Ivy shrugged.

"Well, open the damn thing, Rach!" Jenks said, hovering above the flowers.

I searched the bouquet until I found the little note card and slipped it from the holder. I stood, and edged away from Jenks to open it in private, but he hovered by my left shoulder, intent on reading it with me.

"Jenks," I snapped, "A little privacy?"

Jenks cocked an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest, "You expect privacy? Really?"

Rolling my eyes, I ripped the tiny envelope open and pulled out the tiny card. The smell of cinnamon and wine hit me, and I felt my heart drop as I realized it was from Trent. Trent was sending me flowers? Why?

I flipped the card open and quickly read the inscription. Meet me at Carew Tower at eight. Wear something nice.

I stared at his cursive script, my mind racing. Why did he want to meet me? Why would he get us reservations at the tower? He couldn't possibly...

Could he?

I heard Jenks fly away from me, toward Ivy. "The little cookie maker is asking Rachel out on a date!" he announced.

I whirled on him, but found Ivy eyeing me suspiciously.

"It's not a date," I snapped. "He probably just wants backup again."

Ivy arched an eyebrow while Jenks struck a Peter Pan pose, "And he does that by sending you roses? How dense can you be?"

I threw the tiny card onto the coffee table. "It's not a date!"

Ivy closed her laptop and stood, stretching her long limbs. "I don't think it's a run if he sent you flowers," she said, bending to smell them.

"It's a bribe, then. To do something I'll probably say no to."

Ivy looked at me, and flashed a white grin at me, her teeth showing. "Yes, date him."

I scowled, and left the living room. "It's not a date"! I called over my shoulder, heading for my bedroom.

Or was it?