Who—
Hold the fuck up.
Marriage?
“I assure you I will not act like that tonight.”
Though I sorely wanted to.
The front door creaked open, and Amy bounded out. She was wearing a sundress that was tight around her tits and flared out. The thin fabric clung to her legs as she stepped onto the porch.
“You should have texted me,” Amy said.
Ernest turned in his chair and took earbuds from his ears. “Are you driving into town to meet him?” he asked Amy.
“Meet who, Granddad? Sebastian’s here. He’s right there.” She pointed at me.
“Good gracious!” Ernest exclaimed, then used the pitchfork to haul himself out of the chair. “I didn’t see you there! You young guys are always prowling around in all those fancy black clothes. I can barely see you in the dark.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You missed his whole speech, Granddad,” Amy teased. “Though…” She turned to me. “I hope that wasn’t a real promise. Because I definitely want to do all that and more again.” She winked at me.
“Have fun!” Ernest said, waving. “I’ll just be here finishing my podcast. You should hear what these tiger trainers get up to. Just crazy.”
“I’ll bring you back some food,” Amy promised.
I let out a big sigh when we were on the way to the car.
“I thought he was about to murder me with that pitchfork.”
“Nah,” Amy said. “That’s just his favorite pitchfork. He likes to keep it with him.”
“Before I forget…” I held out the bouquet of flowers I had brought her.
She wrinkled her nose.
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Amy
Don’t say anything, Amy. Please don’t say anything! You are about to go on a very nice but totally not a date with a handsome guy who loves horses and Harrogate. Just keep your mouth shut. The bouquet is not a big deal.
“You don’t like it,” Sebastian said flatly.
“No, I—”
But he shook his head and laughed incredulously. “I should have known. You’re a florist! I shouldn’t give you a bouquet.”
“It’s the thought that counts,” I assured him. “Even though it is a mediocre bouquet.”
“Mediocre?” He studied the flowers in bewilderment. “How can you tell?”
“There’s no variation in size or texture of the flowers. The greenery is baby’s breath that looks very down on its luck. Also, you see the color of this rose?”
“It’s a nice shade of yellow,” Sebastian said.
“It’s a dye. You put that bad boy in water, and the vase will look like a chemical spill ten hours later.”
