Page 31 of Reckless

“Huh!” She nods to herself. “I can work with that.”

I don’t know what that means.

She wipes her hands on her apron and walks around the bench. “So, what brings you in?”

“I need flowers.”

She glances around the shop, looking at the obvious flowers in the space. “Lucky for you. If you’d come in looking for emotional support, I’d have been fresh out.”

I actually smirk—she’s sassy. Almost reminds me of Sage. “I don’t do emotions.”

“We’re all good then. Who are the flowers for?”

“Sage.”

She doesn’t even try to hide the smile this time. “I had a feeling.”

“I don’t think there was enough information available to support that conclusion.”

“Oh,” she says. “There really was.” She studies me for another second before wandering toward the buckets lined along the wall. “What did you do?”

I scowl. “What? Nothing!”

“What are you planning to do?”

“Also nothing.”

She laughs quietly, looking me up and down. “I like you.”

I tilt my head to the side. “So I’ve noticed.”

She wiggles her brows. “Oh, I bet you have.” She starts sorting through flowers with the same care Millie used to plate pastries that morning, setting stems aside and putting others back without a second thought.

“Apology flowers?”

“No.”

“Birthday?”

“Also no.”

“Congratulations?”

I huff out a breath. “No.”

She glances over her shoulder. “Just because?”

Grumbling under my breath at the twenty questions, I crane my neck to the side. “Sage missed Millie’s bakery opening.”

Recognition settles across her face. “You all went?”

“Yeah.”

“And so naturally… you’re taking Sage flowers?”

“Yeah, ’cause she feels bad for missing the opening.”

A huge grin crosses her face like she’s just become over-excited. “You’re adorable.”