“What’s good here?” I ask.
“Everything,” Jasmine answers, then her eyes flick to the entrance. “Haven, how long will Nite be on babysitting duty?”
I follow her gaze over to a man I didn’t see when we entered the place. He stands like a sentry, arms crossed over his chest, legs spread wide, his eyes locked on our table. Dressed in a black three-piece suit with an earpiece in his ear, he looks like he belongs in the Secret Service.Who is this Haven chick?
Haven sighs. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
Emilee rolls her eyes, and Jasmine just laughs.
“So, uh, Jasmine mentioned you girls have lunch here often,” I say. I like Jasmine, but I can’t figure out why she brought me here.
Emilee nods. “Yeah,” she says, then silence settles over us.
As I study the menu, figuring out what I want, Haven speaks. “Hey, babe. That was fast.”
I glance up and meet a set of dark eyes that I know well.
“April,” Luca says my name in surprise.
“You know her?” Jasmine asks.
“Yeah.” He places his hands on Haven’s shoulders. “April is my favorite florist.”
“Oh.” Haven’s eyes light up. “I love all the flowers he brings home. And your vases are gorgeous.”
“Thank you.” I blush at her praise. Now I know who she is—his wife.
Emilee smiles at me. “You own a flower shop?”
I nod.
A man I remember seeing pictures of during my research of Kingdom moves up next to Luca, behind Emilee. His name is Weston Mathews—aka Titan—one of the owners of Kingdom. Shit is making sense now. The dots connecting. “Do you do weddings?” he asks me.
“I do.”
“Oh, my gosh. Will you do our wedding?” Emilee asks. “I’ve been looking for a florist.”
“I’d love to but?—”
“Yay.” She claps her hands excitedly. “I’ll come by after lunch, and we can go over what I have in mind.”
“Okay,” I say, smiling, happy to help them out. “How many people are you thinking of inviting?” I ask. I’m not a baker, but the number of guests will give me an idea of how big it’s going to be.
She glances over her shoulder at Titan. “How many were on our final list, babe? I think it said two hundred and twenty.”
Titan nods. “Somewhere around that number.”
I almost gasp. If I were eating food, I’d choke on it. “That’s a lot.”
“Yeah,” Titan says. “We had more, but she started scratching names out.”
“When is the wedding?” I ask.
“We’re thinking November,” Emilee says.
My eyes bug out. “That’s in two months.”
“What’s the rush?” Jasmine asks.
