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But then I look back at the tables, completely confused. If Nathan didn't do this, and Owen didn't do this, I have no idea who placed this order. Who else would want to?
"Hang on a second." I move behind one of the tables and crouch to pull out some of the boxes that we've shoved underneath the tables. They’re covered by tablecloths so no one will see the mess, but I left all the papers and wrapping with them. I rummage around until I find what I'm looking for.
The order slip.
At the bottom, I notice what I had skipped over before—the name of the person placing the order.
I pull it out, straighten, and cross back to Owen. I thrust it at him. "I’ll admit I probably don't appreciate this as much as I should. My friend pointed out that this is kind of a sweet thing to do. She even used the word romantic. But don't worry, I'm not necessarily thinking that. I understand that maybe you think this would be helpful to me? Or maybe helpful to Brady and Lydia indirectly. But it's done. I'm not mad. I'm just saying that I don't need this kind of help. The bakery is doing great. And if you're doing it to get my attention, you can just stop by the bakery or give me a call."
I almost regret saying that because if Owen does stop by or give me a call, then I'm going to have to come up with the answer to a question about if I want to see him or not.
And I honestly don't know what that answer is.
Actually, that’s not true.
I do want to see him.
That’s my problem.
He's frowning at the order I've put in his hands.
"This’s my name and phone number," he says.
"Yeah. Exactly."
"But I did not place this order, Luna." His eyes meet mine directly. "Seriously. If I had, I promise I would tell you. I did not place this order for the team."
I frown. "Why would someone put your name and phone number on the order? How would someone else even know that you work here? Or know your number? Do you think one of the guys is playing a prank or something?" I shoot a glare around the room. “Somebody is paying for this.”
He looks around the room, then back to the order in his hand, then up at me. "I wouldn't put it past them exactly," he says slowly. "But I think there might be another explanation."
"Like what?"
"Whose handwriting is this? Who took the order? I assume it wasn't you?"
"No. Obviously, I would've known if I was talking to you."
He nods. "So who took this order?"
It's obvious to me. "That's Lydia’s handwriting."
Then our eyes meet and realization dawns.
"No," I say.
He nods. "Yeah. I think so."
I pluck the order form from his fingers. "You’re telling me that Lydia and Brady placed this order as a way of…what? Making me think that you were doing something sweet and helping me out?"
"I'm guessing Lydia and Brady know that you would be offended that a guy would step in and try to help you this way."
I shrug. "Probably."
"My guess is this is their way of getting us together and ensuring we run into one another again."
Oh, wow. I really don’t think I’m ready for matchmaking teenagers. "This is pretty elaborate."
"They are teenagers in love. Elaborate and over-the-top is kind of the main theme."
