Whether it's lethal or not doesn't really matter to Riley, it's more that she'd come in at all that baffles him. A phone call would have done the job, it's not like there'd been any part of the conversation they'd had in the store that they couldn't have done without being face-to-face. Regardless, what's done is done, he just hopes that the woman won't spend the rest of the day close to breaking out into hives.

"Uncomfortable," he repeats, arching a brow at how raspy her voice sounds. "Right. Well, how about this, if you think the foxgloves will do the trick, I'll put together a quick bouquet for you and do the delivery myself. My co-pilot can run the place without me for a little bit, I can just follow you where you want those flowers to go."