“Well, I’m thinking of signing up,” Jamie said. “I’m tired of being single.”
“You’re gorgeous and sweet and you can go find a guy on a dating app. Why would you want the Mamas to interfere?” Silas asked.
Jamie dipped a chip in queso and took a bite. “It’s hard to meet aniceguy that way. It’s all sex and hookups. I want romance.”
Silas grimaced, so it was up to me to pat Jamie’s back. “Well, if you think the Mamas can help you, then youshouldsign up.”
Jamie grinned. “Yeah? You should sign up too!”
“If I thought there was any hope for me, I would. But I am theworstwith dating.”
“Worse than Percy?” Jamie asked.
Well, he had me there. There was no one worse at dating than Percy Helix. I snorted. “My luck, I’d get set up with Percy. Could you imagine?”
“Well, at least you could make sure he brought you the right flowers,” Silas joked.
Ilaughed. “Yeah. He almost bought some lilies. I told him those would be better for a funeral.”
Jamie cringed. “Poor guy.”
“Then he was going to get roses, but that’s a little too intense for a first date. I set him up with a nice friendly bouquet of daisies.”
“Well, he owes you a big thank you.”
“And his date owes you an evenbiggerone,” Silas said.
Jamie swatted his arm. “Don’t be mean. Percy just wants to find love like the rest of us.”
“Speak for yourself,” Silas said with a shudder. “I’ll stick to planning your funer—er, weddings.”
“Maybe you and Percy should hook up,” I teased. “The jaded wedding planner and the hopeful funeral director. Sounds like a match made in heaven.”
Silas flipped me the bird, then went over to the bar to flirt some more before ordering another round.
We got some food, and by the time I left I was sober enough to drive and feeling lighter than I had all day. These Happy Hours with my two best friends kept me sane. Between opening my little flower shop just last year, taking on heaps of debt, and working long-ass hours to run the business by myself, I was stressed and overtired.
I barely had time to maintain my flowerbeds at home, much less think about dating. Not that I’d met anyone who I’d want to date. Not since— Well, there was no point thinking about the last guy I’d had feelings for.
He’d been straight and unattainable—and he’d strung me along for far too long. No, I was better off sticking to my flowers. At least I understood the messages they sent.
I drove my Mini Cooper down the block, slowing as I approached my driveway, then cursed.
“Not again. I oughta take a baseball bat to that fucking monster truck.”
I pulled to the curb, slamming my car into park and cutting the engine.
Because I couldn’t pull into the driveway I shared with my neighbor. Damon had parked his huge-ass pickup dead center again, leaving no room for my little car.
He pulled this shit every other day, and I was sooooo over it.
I got out of my car and stormed up the porch steps then veered left toward his door. An empty beer bottle sat on the porch becauseof courseit did.
I snatched it up and banged on Damon’s door. When he didn’t answer immediately, I leaned on the doorbell for extra satisfaction.
“Okay, already!” he called from inside.
The door whipped open. Damon stood there in nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants. Son of a bitch. Did he do that on purpose? Because he looked good enough to take for a ride.
