I blinked. “What?”
Dad waved his hand at the television. “The program with all the movies. The net movie network.”
“Netflix?”
Dad’s face lit up. “Yes! Net Flix.”
“One word, Dad.” I started laughing. “Have you ever watched anything from there?”
He shook his head. “No. But your mother loves it. She claims it’s the best invention for immortals ever invented.” Dad rolled his eyes. “I once watched her spend a full eight hours lying in a prone position on the couch watching British aristocrats be overentitled.” Dad rolled his eyes. “It was maddening, but every time I tried to turn it off, she’d throw something at me.”
Something inside me thawed at the thought of my mom and dad fighting over something as normal as too much streaming tv time. “I’m going to tell her about Britbox.”
Dad frowned. “What is that?”
“It’s like the British Netflix.”
“Don’t you dare!”
A knock on the door interrupted Dad’s horror. To my surprise, Garrett and Simone stood on the front porch.
“This is a surprise,” I said, opening the door to let them in.
Garrett, always a man of many words, grunted in greeting. Simone grinned at his back and shrugged. “We’re here to ask you a favor.”
I shut the door behind me. Dad, in the few seconds it took me to greet them had sprawled on one of the couches and was pressing every button on the remote.
Garrett’s eyebrows flicked up at the sight. “Hello.”
“Greetings, young Enforcer,” Dad said, doing a hell of a Vulcan impression. “You are here to ask my daughter for employment, are you not?”
I froze. Simone shot Dad a glare. “Seriously?” She shook her head and headed for the kitchen. “Is he always like this?”
“Always,” I confirmed. “But what’s this about a job? Is everything okay?” I thought about it. “The shop stays pretty busy, but we can always use help with making extra bouquets if you really need extra employment.” I eyed her. “Or you can just ask Caelan for a raise.”
“Not that kind of employment,” Garrett said.
“Have a seat,” I told him because if I didn’t, he’d never relax.
Simone was digging through the liquor cabinet. “You got any vanilla vodka?” she called over her shoulder.
“Err. Yes?” I pointed to the top left of the cabinet. “Behind the plum brandy.”
“Who keeps plum brandy?” Garrett grumbled.
“It’s for mulled wine, and it’s delicious.”
The Enforcer rolled his eyes and crossed his arms behind his head.
“Espresso?” Simone yelled.
“Pods are by the machine.”
“Simple syrup?”
I gaped at her. She was acting super weird. “There’s agave syrup in the cabinet above the coffee.”
Simone sighed. “I guess that will do,” she grumbled.
