Our fingers were still interlaced.
“That wasamazing.”
A new voice jarred me so much that I found myself taking a step back. The pink-haired woman scowled, her head whipping to the left. We both looked at a little girl that was watching us with eager eyes, her brows raised expectantly like she was watching a movie. But instead of buckets of popcorn, buckets of flowers sat on the floor next to her.
“Youkissed,” the girl said.
The woman planted her hands on her hips. “Laura, will you go find Austin? Can you tell him there’s water on the floor in the lobby? It needs to be mopped up before an old person busts their ass. Shit, maybe don't say it like that.”
Laura cracked a devilish grin and ran off like she’d been given the greatest mission in the world. I had a feeling that she was going to relay the info given to herexactlythe way it was said.
I didn’t know what to say. “Your daughter is adorable . . .”
“Oh.” She shook her head immediately, flustered. “She's not my daughter. She's my niece. I'm not a mom. Or with someone. I’m single. God. Kill me right now, please.”
It was my turn to laugh. I was glad I wasn’t the only flustered one.
“Sorry,” she rushed out. “That was a complete accident?—”
“It was,” I agreed. “A complete accident. I certainly didn’t mean?—”
“To kiss.”
“Yeah.”
She swallowed hard. “Sorry about the second kiss, though. That may have been more intentional.”
I could still feel the softness of her lips against mine.
It’d been a long time since I’d kissed someone else. Too long.
“I liked it,” I whispered.
We stared at each other.
“I guess we have to stop meeting like this,” I finally said.
A smile slowly warmed her. “Maybe. I like this meeting better than the first.”
Sticky embarrassment flooded me. “I feel like I owe you something for almost hitting you the other day.”
“Oh,” she laughed. “Honestly, it would have made my day easier if you would have. How are you settling in?”
“Well, I think I’ve finally caught up on sleep. I’ve mostly been working this week and sticking to the hotel. I had lunch with someone earlier . . .”
Her eyes lit up. “You mean with Dallas? I saw him drop you off here at the end. Sorry, I realize that sounds creepy. Also, my name is June.”
June.
It was a perfect name for her.
“I own the floral shop across the street. Sorry I didn’t properly introduce myself on Friday. It was kind of a bad time.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t either. I was horrified by myself.” It’s amazing how tiny Whynot was. Did everyone know everything about each other? “So you know Dallas?”
“We go way back. His sister is my best friend,” June said.
Now, my brows shot up.Wait. Oh god.
