And she’d been wrong. All the nights she’d spent crying over David came roaring back to the forefront of her memories. Did she really want to go through that again? Definitely not.
‘Just town history,’ Daisy told her, swallowing down her emotions. ‘Elliot was filling me in on some details about the flower shop.’
‘Oh, neat!’ Jeanie said. ‘Anything interesting?’
‘You’re not the first person to think the café was haunted,’ Daisy said, remembering the little tidbit she’d found in that weird town history book.
‘Really?’
‘Yeah, it used to be a hat shop, and the owner swore that a ghost named Sally was scaring his customers away.’
‘No way!’
‘But I guess his business was going under and he just needed someone to blame.’
Jeanie laughed. ‘Wow, anything else?’
‘Daisy has a family member with a striking resemblance to her,’ Elliot said.
‘Do you know who she is?’
‘Not yet,’ Daisy said, really not wanting to think any more about her sad relative. Or her own sad life for that matter.
‘My grandfather’s pretty interested in town history and my grandmother knows everything about everyone so’—Logan shrugged—‘if you want to pick their brains, I’m sure they’d love it.’
Elliot’s face quite literally lit up.
‘That would be incredible.’
Logan chuckled. ‘I’m not sure incredible is the right word, but it could be interesting. Feel free to come up to the farm anytime. You ready?’ he asked, turning his attention back to his wife.
‘Yep,’ Jeanie replied cheerily and when Logan got out of the truck to come around and open her door for her, Daisy wanted to curl in a ball and cry.
‘Bye, guys!’ Jeanie called, oblivious to the emotions swirling through Daisy. She gave a weak wave back and was left alone on the sidewalk with Elliot, the setting sun painting Main Street in gold and pink.
How romantic.
* * *
‘Walk you home?’ Elliot asked.
‘I live three buildings down. I think I can make it alone.’ Daisy was fiddling with the zipper on the black hoodie she’d thrown on over one of her ubiquitous black T-shirts. Something had clearly upset her, he just wasn’t sure what it was.
‘I know, but who knows what dangers you might face at this time of night.’ He tried to joke, and Daisy’s mouth lifted in a reluctant smile.
‘It’s six o’clock.’
‘I hear it can get rowdy in Dream Harbor at dusk.’
She just shook her head, still fighting her smile and started walking. Elliot fell into step beside her. He felt silly when they landed in front of the flower shop thirty seconds later.
‘What happened?’ he asked.
‘What do you mean?’
‘You got sad.’
Daisy avoided his gaze, running her fingers through her hair. ‘I’m sad a lot, Elliot. I just don’t always show it.’
