It was fuckingsweetrevenge.
Until he’d put a fake snake in my rose bushes and scared the bejesus out of me. That man had laughed until he cried when I shrieked and jumped so hard that I fell right the fuck over.
That reminded me, I still owed him for that one.
“Mav? You still with us?”
I blinked. Silas was waving a tortilla chip in my face. “Wake up and smell the salt!”
I snagged the chip and crunched into it. “I was just distracted. Busy day.”
“Why were you late, anyway?” Silas asked as he retook his seat, casting one last flirty look toward the bartender.
“Oh,actually it was pretty funny,” I said. “Percy came in.”
“Oh god,” Silas groaned, “who died now?”
Percy Helix ran Helix Final Homes with his family, so Silas wasn’t just being an asshole. Usually, when Percy needed flowers, itwasbad news.
“No one died this time,” I said with a chuckle. “He was headed out on a first date, and he wanted help picking out flowers.”
“On a first date? That feels a little cringe.”
“Percy going on a date at all is cringe,” Silas said.
Okay,nowhe was being an asshole. But it wasn’t as if Percy hadn’t brought it on himself. He had a bit of a reputation.
“Well, I guess it’s better than trying to recycle his funeral flowers,” I said.
Jamie spluttered on his drink of margarita. “What now?”
“You haven’t heard that story?” I said. “He went on a date with Clark a couple of years ago and he showed up in a hearse and took him funeral flowers!”
“What?”Jamie’s eyes widened. “Clark, as in the guy who married the hunky Hunter Rhodes?”
“Iola’s grandson, and her so-called success story on the Matchmaking Mamas website.” Silas rolled his eyes. “Aunt Lula told me Iola didn’t have anything to do with that match, though. It’s just good marketing, and Clark didn’t have the heart to tell his nana to take down the testimonial.”
“He’s probably too happy living his fairytale to care about that,” Jamie said with a swoony sigh.
Silas and I exchanged a look.
“Actually, that’s why Percy had a date tonight,” I said. “The Matchmaking Mamas set him up.”
“With who?” Silas asked.
I shrugged. “Not sure.”
“Maybe your bartender,” Jamie teased.
Silas snorted. “As long as it’s not me. Aunt Lula has been making some noise about that.”
“What do you mean?”
“She wants the Mamas to set me up,” he said. “I keep telling her I’m not interested. It’s a waste of time.”
I shook my head. “I can’t believe you’re a wedding planner.”
Silas shrugged. “Why do you think I’m so jaded? My couples tie the knot, but way too often, it comes unraveled. Love is messy.”
