After starting the truck, I pull my phone out of my pocket. I’m not the most romantic person, and I need my sister’s help.
Peter
Do y’all sell bouquets already made?
She almost always has her phone on her. I glance at the clock. There’s no way she’s awake yet. I haven’t even left the property today, but I needed to get out of the house before Callie woke up.
Finally, my phone vibrates in my hand.
Paula
Yes. Why????
Peter
Because I need some flowers…
I feel like that should be self-explanatory. What is it with my siblings giving me a hard time today?
Paula
Are they for Callie?
Peter
Jesus, you know, too. I’m going to murder Piper.
Paula
Come by the shop. I’ll hook you up.
Peter
Thank you.
At least she didn’t demand details, though I’m sure she’s saving that for when I stop by Whoopsie Daisy. That will be my last stop. I don’t want the flowers to wilt in the car. Besides, I don’t know how flowers react to cold temperatures. This isn’t exactly my area of expertise.
I wish I had Lexi’s number so I could ask her what her mom’s favorite flower is. Miles is an option…but then there’d be questions I’m not prepared to answer. Especially since I have no idea if Callie told him about our kiss. The last thing I want is to get cussed out by my best friend.
I put the truck in gear and head to town to run my errands. Calling the plumber is next on my list. That can wait until I get to my next destination. As much as I don’t want Callie to go back to her house, I’m sure she’s ready to be in her own space again.
With school back in session the roads are empty. This is my favorite time to get things done. I don’t have to talk to a bunch of people and can everything handled in one swoop. And let’s be honest after the storm, I need to restock my fridge.
After the grocery store, I stop by Out of the Ashes. Luckily, I don’t see Eric’s car in the lot. It makes sense. He’s probably off today if Lexi is going to hang out with his kid after school.
It’s still early and the only people inside are the employees.
“Hey Peter, what can I do for you?” Angie grins as I step up to the bar.
“Do y’all have anyone delivering today?”
“We should, but if not, I can do it. What are you hungry for?”
I pull out the note Lexi left me and pick a few things from the list. “Can you deliver this to Callie around lunch time? It’s her first day at her job and I want to make sure she’s taken care of.”
A sly grin spreads across her face, but she doesn’t grill me about anything. “Sure thing.” She gives me the total and asks for the address before taking my payment.
I leave her a generous tip. Not only because I need to factor in the fact, she’s delivering it, but she didn’t ask me a million questions about my intentions. I know her and Callie were close in high school. Angie was probably her only reliable friend. At least from what I could see on the outside looking in.
