Daisy knew Logan wasn’t much for small talk, so she was surprised when he cleared his throat and said, ‘I really respect what you’re doing.’
‘Uh…’
‘I mean, coming back to town and not letting everyone rattle you with this curse bullshit.’
‘Is that how I’m coming across? As not rattled?’ Daisy gave a disbelieving laugh.
Logan chuckled. ‘Just hang in there. They’ll move on to something else soon enough.’
‘Thanks, that means a lot.’
He pulled into the parking lot near the town hall. Everyone was setting up in the area surrounding the fountain.
He nodded.
Apparently, that was the end of the conversation.
‘Right. Well, thanks again,’ Daisy said, hopping down from the truck. Logan helped her unload and then headed back to pick up the supplies for Jeanie’s café booth.
All around her, other vendors were setting up, getting ready for the hustle and bustle of the crowds later today. Daisy spotted George hanging The Gingerbread Bakery sign over at Annie’s table. Bennett and Mac were dumping out a load of firewood in the grassy area beyond the square for the night’s bonfires, and Kira was helping the committee decorate the stage.
Daisy set up her tables and her tent to protect her from the sun. She covered the tables in dark purple tablecloths and hung the homemade sign she had made with Iris.
The Daisy Chain Flower Shopit proudly read. Iris had added vines and flowers around the letters, and at her mother’s insistence, Daisy had been liberal with the glitter.
It looked good.
She was going to do this.
She was going to save this damn shop and make her ancestors proud.
For now, she kept the crowns in her coolers to keep them from wilting. Her mother would be by soon to help her lay them out. Kira may have been worried about the lack of warmth in May in New England, but it was shaping up to be a beautifully sunny day.
A day filled with possibilities.
Maybe Daisy was excited about more than selling crowns.
Maybe she was excited to celebrate a new season.
Maybe she was ready for one.
ChapterTwenty-One
It was the afternoon of the Beltane festival and Elliot was standing inside Daisy’s tiny apartment, waiting for her to be ready to leave. And while he and Daisy had been hanging out together for a few weeks now, today still felt like a big deal. The entire town would be there, and Daisy needed to show off her beautiful flower crowns as well as her totally real, and not at all cursed, relationship.
And that was why Elliot was already sweating.
That and the fact that he hadn’t been able to stop thinking abouttouchingDaisy.
About how she’d gasped his name.
About how he wanted to do it again.
About how he’d never been harder in his entire life.
About how he nearly confessed his very real feelings for her.
About how he was absolutely going to get hurt if they continued down this path.
