The second option.
Really? I thought for sure you’d say the third one.
No. The second one is her favorite flower.
I thought sunflowers were her favorite.
Wes, we literally have this conversation every year. Sunflowers are my favorite. Mom’s are pink roses.
Well, excuse me for not remembering personal flower choices.
What are you going to do when you get a girlfriend and need—oh, wait, never mind.
You’re hilarious.
I slippedmy phone into my pocketand waited while the woman behind the counter helped another customer at the local florist in Bayport.
No, I shouldn’t have procrastinated on ordering my mom her Mother’s Day flowers until two days before, but my week had been hectic, and today was the first day I had any time to myself. I’d taken the afternoon off after finishing up with court that morning and was trying to get this done before I went home.
As I continued waiting, the bell above the door rang, and I glanced over and chuckled. “Fancy running into you two here.” Lucas and Callie smiled when they saw me. “What are you doing here?”
“We could ask you the same,” Lucas said with a chuckle.
“Are you buying flowers for someone special?” Callie waggled her brows.
“Yes…my mom.”
“Oh…Mother’s Day weekend, right.” She nodded. “Well, that’s sweet.”
Lucas and I chuckled at her response before he looked at me. “We have a meeting with the owner to discuss flowers for the wedding,” he explained. “So I didn’t go into the office today.”
“Flowers already?”
“We’re just looking into our options, but yeah, we need to get the ball rolling on things,” Lucas said. “We’re looking at the wedding being next June. It’s only a year.”
“Damn,” I grinned. “You two aren’t messing around.” They smiled, and then Callie stepped away to look at some of the example pieces they had on display on the other side of the room while they waited. “A June wedding, huh? You realize it’s going to be hot as fuck?” I teased.
“We’ll be in air conditioning.”
“Where are you thinking about having it?”
“I don’t know yet. There are a couple of places in Charleston we’re going to look at. But there’s also the country club here. I don’t personally care. I’d marry her in a dumpy alleyway.”
“That would be romantic. I’m here for it.”
Lucas snorted. “I think the maid of honor would have a lot to say about that.” I rolled my eyes with a chuckle, and he looked at me, shifting so his body was facing me as he tilted his head. “Speaking of…you and Morgan…” With the way my heart shot to my throat at his sudden accusatory tone, it was a miracle I was able to keep my face as impassive as I did. “You two seem to be kind of…dare I say, getting along lately.”
I scoffed. “Yeah, well…it’s probably because of the wedding.”
“The wedding…”
“Yeah, I mean, I’m the best man. She’s the maid of honor. Wouldn’t be a good look for you and Callie if we killed each other, would it?” I was surprised at how quickly the explanation rolled out.
I was even more surprised when Lucas seemed to buy it. “I suppose not,” he said with a chuckle. “I don’t know…it was just weird. I noticed it at the engagement party a couple of weeks ago…how you two weren’t down each other’s throats like normal.”
I was definitely down her throat later. I kept that thought exactly where it belonged: tomyself. “Gramps would’ve had my ass if I caused a scene at his place,” I said.
Lucas chuckled, and then his expression shifted. “Has Gabe heard from Blake yet?”
