‘Maybe I was wrong about what I said the other day,’ he said, his eyes dark when he pulled away to look at her. ‘Maybe we should…’
She was about to say they absolutelyshould, lust once again winning out over rationality, when they were interrupted by a teasing voice.
‘Don’t you two look cozy,’ Annie said, carrying a tray of drinks. ‘More May wine?’ Mac’s pub was providing the libations for the evening and, apparently, after selling out of her baked goods, Annie was helping as a server.
‘I’ll take another,’ Elliot said, grabbing a cup and pulling out his phone to Venmo the pub.
‘I’m good.’ Daisy figured one of them should keep their senses about them, or she really would end up knocked up by the end of the night.
Annie smiled at her, her blonde brows rising just slightly, just enough to make Daisy’s cheeks heat.
‘You guys having fun?’ she asked.
‘I’m having a great time,’ Elliot said, slinging an arm over Daisy’s shoulder and Annie’s smile grew.
‘Great. Glad to hear it.’
‘Hey, Annabelle, you selling drinks or chatting?’ Mac called from the drink tent.
‘Hey, Macaulay, call me that one more time and see what happens,’ Annie yelled back and Mac laughed.
‘Just get your cute butt back here,’ he called again, eliciting some hoots and hollers from the crowd.
Annie flipped him off and the crowd cheered.
‘So, it’s going well between you two?’ Daisy asked with a laugh.
‘Very well. I remind Mac every day how lucky he is to be with me,’ Annie grinned. ‘I should continue my rounds. Enjoy!’ She walked off, quickly selling off her wares and then heading back to Mac. He scooped her up and kissed her in front of the whole waiting line and Annie didn’t look mad at all.
Beltane magic.
Maybe it could work for Daisy, too.
* * *
Elliot was drunk. That much had become increasingly clear over the last hour of the festival, and now as he and Daisy meandered back to the flower shop, it was obvious. Main Street was empty save for a few stragglers heading back to their cars or walking the few blocks home, which was for the best considering drunk Elliot apparently liked to sing. Loudly.
‘Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do,’ he crooned as they walked. ‘I’m half-crazy all for the love of you…’
Daisy hadn’t heard this song since her grandpa used to sing it to her when she was little. Despite the curious stares from a few people walking across the street from them, Daisy smiled.
‘It won’t be a stylish marriage. I can’t afford a carriage. But you’ll look sweet upon the seat of my bicycle built for two.’ Elliot threw his arms out on that last note, really going for it, and he got a smattering of applause from the others on the street and one call for an encore.
‘Do you know that one?’ he asked, ignoring his new fans.
‘I do, actually.’
‘It’s a good one.’
‘Very good.’
‘It’s about you.’
‘Is it?’
‘It should be.’
‘Okay, Elliot,’ she said with a laugh, steering him toward the shop with one arm around his waist. He slung his arm over her shoulder.
