“Not yet,” I said, still staring at her.
She raised an eyebrow.
“I am not on the menu,” she said, then winked. “Though I could be!”
Shit.
She went over to the tables and started fluffing out the flowers.
I came up behind her, letting her feel my breath against her neck.
“If I didn’t know any better, I might say you were flirting.” I grabbed her and turned her around to face me. “But it seems like I don’t really know you that well at all.” I tilted my head. “You have a very impressive greenhouse setup.”
Amy laughed. “Did you think I just went out into the woods and picked flowers like a nymph?” She giggled and tapped me on the nose with the chrysanthemum she was holding.
“I guess I didn’t really think about it much at all,” I admitted.
“Figures!” she singsonged.
“Amy!”
My little brother, along with several other Svensson children, rushed into the barn.
“Alfie, you’re supposed to be in school,” I said. “Who signed you out?”
“We’re here on a field trip,” he said impatiently. “You signed the forms.”
“Oh, right.” I had signed them while still trying to recover from the couples shower and Amy’s wet shirt incident.
“I just came to say hi. We’re looking at plants to put in our biodomes,” Alfie explained in excitement. “Are you still going to help me?”
“Absolutely!” Amy high-fived him.
He raced off as another wave of Svenssons came into the barn.
“They don’t have school?” I asked Hunter as he trailed in with Meg and his gaggle of little sisters.
“They wanted to come be a part of the wedding. Also, they all just got expelled from the very expensive private school in Manhattan Greg enrolled them in. Nonrefundable tuition.”
“Crawford said we had to lie low for a bit while Greg calmed down!” Annie chirped as she and her sisters oohed and aahed over the flower arrangements.
“And I thought the boys were bad,” I said with a wince.
“I still want a daughter, though,” Hunter said happily.
Meg perused the flowers. “Looks great! Let’s go with it.”
“I had a whole spiel,” Amy protested.
“I trust your judgment,” Meg said to her. “Just make sure my bouquet has peonies in it.”
Amy smirked then winked at me. “Nothing better than a handful of peonies.”
Fuck.
I was supposed to go to work after the flower arrangement meeting, but I was a hundred percent certain that I was not going to be able to remotely concentrate after that comment.
She is so flirting with you.
