“Mm. ‘ungry,” I mumbled.
Jamie shook his head. “Okay, spill it. You’ve been super angsty ever since we sat down.”
I took a swallow of water to wash down my extra-large bite. “We’re here to talk shop.”
Silas motioned for me to show him the catalog. I slid it over and he scanned the pages, then pulled a pen from his laptop bag and put checkmarks next to four types of blossoms. “There you go. The boys willlovethese.”
I checked the page. He’d ordered hydrangeas, sweet peas, tulips, and anemones. I could already imagine how the textures and colors could be stunning. I’d use the hydrangeas as a focal point, add the tulips for some height and the anemones for a touch of whimsy. The sweet peas would be great filler with their soft, wispy texture.
“This looks great. I’ll get back to you closer to the date.”
“Great. Now, spill.”
“What about Jamie’s catering order?”
Silas waved that off. “Later. What’s up? I haven’t seen you this evasive since the last time I tried to pin you down about Damon’s weird interest in your love life.”
I gave him a flat look.
“Ah, so this is about Damon. Damn, I’m good.” He cocked his head, looking at me closer. “No,he’sgood.”
How the hell did he do that?
Jamie’s eyes went round. “Seriously? You and Damon got together?”
“Shhh!” I lowered my voice. “Damon’s straight.”
“Not very,” Silas said with a smirk.
“Well, let’s not out him to the whole town then,” I whispered between clenched teeth.
“Sorry,” Jamie said, glancing around, not at all subtle.
Thankfully, there was a very noisy table in the middle of the room that would probably drown out our conversation. A group of older men sat talking over coffee. Tom Moore used to run the hardware store, and Elmer Boyd managed an antique shop across from his wife’s shop—though she’d been an ex-wife only a few years ago. They were a roller coaster of drama worthy of any soap opera. I didn’t recognize the other two men seated with them, but their voices rose a few decibels as they groused about a proposal for a roundabout near the revamped Beaver Hole Park. Apparently, it was a wasteful, unnecessary cost when any fool should know how to use a four-way stop.
“So, is he freaking out?” Silas paused. “Or maybe you are?”
“I don’t know what he’s doing because he had to go spend the day with his family,” I huffed. “But hehasto be, right? I mean…” My voice dropped to a whisper. “I’m his first guy. He probably regrets everything.”
“You don’t know that,” Jamie said.
I shoved the last raspberry roll into my mouth to avoid speaking.
“You’re definitely freaking out enough for the both of you,” Silas said.
I mumbled around my food, throwing my hands up. They both looked at me, foreheads creased. “What?”
I swallowed and chugged the last of my water, then triedagain. “I said, I’ve been down this road before. It didn’t end well with Zachary.”
“Yeah, well, he sounds like a member of a boy band.”
“Looked like one too,” I admitted.
Silas smirked. “So, your taste has changed for the better.”
“If you call a macho construction worker better? God. What am I doing? I don’t even like Damon.”
“Well, that’s obviously not true,” Silas said while Jamie nodded.
