None.
“You won’t have to,” Moira said, eyes sparkling as she grinned. “I’ll meet you at your house tonight at nine. You don’t need to worry about anything other than bringing snacks.”
“Can I come?” Tess asked.
“Absolutely. Bring a thermos of coffee.”
“Done.” Tess floated away, and Moira and I pretended not to notice Ash watching her.
Right before closing time,a delivery man carrying a long white box showed up. On her way out, Moira held the door open.
“Evie Quinn?” he asked.
She pointed in my direction. “At the register.” One of her eyebrows went up. “You got it, Evie?”
I waved her away. “See you later.”
She grinned. “Can’t wait!”
He set the box on top of the desk and pushed a clipboard and pen over. “Please sign.”
I frowned at the label on the box. “Someone is delivering flowers to a flower shop?”
The address was from the next town over, a small outfit run by a human. They did good work, but I hadn’t a clue why they’d be delivering something to my place.
“I just drop the boxes,” the man said, his expression flickering with annoyance. “Sign so I can get out of here.”
I blinked. “Busy day, I take it?”
His lips thinned.
“Fine,” I grabbed the pen and scrawled my name. “You win more flowers with honey, not vinegar.”
“Good thing I don’t give a shit about flowers,” he said as he snatched the clipboard.
Ash barked a laugh.
The delivery guy gave him a little salute and sailed out the door.
I didn’t say anything for a moment as I tried to wrap my head around the guy’s behavior. “Yeesh,” I muttered. “That guy was sour.”
“Everyone’s a little sour these days,” Ash said, clipping off a tiny piece of a maple bonsai he was working on.
“True.”
“What’d you get?”
“Something from a flower shop.”
Ash’s brow furrowed. He set his scissors down and came to stand beside me. “Now I’m curious.”
“Me too.” I reached for the box opener and cut the tape.
“Did you make them mad?”
I laughed. “Not that I’m aware of.”
“Good.” Ash touched the box. “I don’t sense anything other than…flowers.” He shook his head. “What in the world?”
