Hannah hugged her in return. “We’ve got you,” she assured her. She stepped away and looked at the elaborate arrangement. “This is really pretty. Who is the mom? Anyone I know?”
Holly stuck in the spray of aster before looking at the name on the order form. “Dana Harris. I don’t know her. Do you?”
There was a time when she had been certain she knew every single person in their small Idaho town of Shelter Springs.
Hannah frowned. “Never heard of her. What’s her husband’s name?”
She looked at the form again. “I don’t know. I didn’t have a chance to speak with him. Ginger took the order before she left to make deliveries. She didn’t write his name down, only the wordshot dad.”
Hannah laughed. “Well, that’s super helpful. Sounds like our Ginger.”
“Right?”
Ginger Martineau, one of four staff members at Evergreen & Ivy, might be scattered and easily distracted but she was also creative, loyal and hardworking. More importantly, her sunny attitude and whimsical sense of humor made Holly laugh in a world that sometimes didn’t feel all that funny.
Holly and her sister were chatting about Hannah’s work as a music therapist when the bells on her front door chimed and in walked the most gorgeous man Holly had ever seen in real life.
He was tall, muscular, with a hard jawline, short dark hair and stunning green eyes.
She was aware of a completely inappropriate flutter of awareness.
This must be the hot dad who had ordered the new baby flower arrangement, though how Ginger had managed to deduce he was gorgeous simply over the phone, Holly had no idea.
She did know she had never seen this man before in her life or she absolutely would have remembered him.
He looked around at her shop, bedecked for the holidays with three live trees, garlands, wreaths and fairy lights.
Somehow the inherently feminine surroundings, flowery and cheerful, only served to make him look more gorgeously masculine in contrast.
She gave him a bright smile. “Hi. You’re right on time! I just finished your order. Congratulations!”
She walked around the corner of the worktable holding out the lush arrangement in a pink container shaped like a large building block with the wordsIt’s a Girlon the front.
He looked at it as if she had held out a live barracuda.
“Um, what’s this?”
She tried not to bristle at his blatant rejection of something she had considered lovely, perfect for the situation.
“This is what you wanted for your wife, who just had a baby girl this morning. Congratulations again. The holidays are such a fun time to have a new baby. You must be so thrilled. What’s her name?”
“I think there’s been some kind of mistake.”
She gazed down at her lovely creation then back at him, dismayed. “Oh no. Was it a boy? I’m so sorry.”
She seriously needed to have a long chat with Ginger about paying more attention to details. This wasn’t the first order the other woman had typed wrong into the system. Or even the first one this week.
“Don’t worry at all. I can change it. Give me five minutes.I’ve got some pale blue roses and some yellow aster that came in this morning. I can swap them out. And we can put everything in a different container.”
She hurried back behind her counter but before she could start undoing all her hard work, he followed her.
“No. I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else. I don’t have a wife. Or, God forbid, a newborn baby, girl or boy.”
Good heavens. How many hot strangers had moved into town when she wasn’t looking? And why did they all suddenly need flowers?
She winced. “I’m sorry. I jumped to conclusions. I assumed you were here to pick this up. How can I help you?”
“I’m looking for my niece. I was told to meet her here.”
