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“Oh, Norah, I love those,” I tell her.
“Why, thank you. I can make you some to take back home.”
“Is this what we need?” Willa asks, taking hold of the crate.
“Yes. I’m going to grab a couple of poinsettias for us to deliver as well, if you guys don’t mind,” Norah answers.
We exit the store with our hands full, and I run into something hard and warm.
“Pardon me,” I bellow as I catch myself on the windowsill after losing my footing in the fresh snow.
“Whoa. You good?”
I glance around the poinsettia in my arms to the deep voice and see one amused eye focused on me.
Brannigan Prince.
He grins down at me, his mouth framed with a set of sexy dimples. His dark hair, highlighted by the morning sun, blows wildly in the breeze.
“Yeah, I’m good,” I manage to stammer.
“Tom Brady, it’s you,” he mutters.
“Yep, it’s me. You’re so tall,” I say, flustered.
You’re so tall? What?
He chuckles at my random musing.
Norah walks up and pushes him out of the way. “You guys need to watch where you’re going,” she says, and he groans, placing his hand protectively over his side.
“Easy, sis, his ribs are bruised,” Keller calls.
He is standing behind them with the crate Willa was carrying now in his hands.
Norah’s confused eyes look up to take Bran in. “What happened to you?” she asks.
I prop the poinsettia on my hip and slowly raise my hand.
She looks from him to me and back again. “Huh?”
“I threw a lamp through a window and knocked him off a ladder,” I tell her.
She blinks a couple of times. “Excuse me, what?”
“I’ll explain in the car. I’m sorry—again,” I say to Bran as I scoot past them and hurry to the Jeep.
I’m sure my face is as red as the flowers I’m carrying.
“Run into you later, Hannah,” Bran calls after me, and I’ve never wanted to evaporate into thin air more.
“Probably,” I shout without looking back.
Hannah
“So, you chucked a brass lamp out the window and knocked Bran’s block off?” Norah questions me after Willa gave her the lowdown on our previous night’s events.
“I sure did. Great way to start off a relaxing vacation,” I quip.
