“You want to go help the customer?” I asked.
“If you insist,” he said, grinning.
But it was too late. She spotted me and wandered over with a big smile.
“What a small world,” she said. “Aren’t you friends with Lucas?”
I nodded slowly, trying to figure out how in the world she'd managed to show up here, of all places.
“Wow. Good to see you. Clara, right?” I asked, and she grinned wider.
I wish I could say it felt genuine.
“This is my son,” she told me, pointing at him to come over.
He pushed his mouth into a forced smile and nodded. “Nice to meet you.” It was barely above a mumble but not too bad for a teenager.
My brother walked over. “You two know one another?”
“Through a mutual friend,” she said.
The tension in my stomach knotted into a million little achy kinks.
“Oh, yeah? Who’s that?”
“Lucas Edwards,” Clara relayed.
My brother’s brows knitted together. “Oh, I see.”
“I used to date him. A long time ago.” She waved her hands around.
“You don’t say.” Brad nodded and glanced at her son, who’d wandered toward the comic book section.
I knew exactly what my brother was thinking. This was proof that Lucas wasn’t good boyfriend material. He had random women showing up in not-so-random places.
But I knew how Lucas felt about Clara.
Didn’t I?
“What brings you to Marigold?” Brad asked.
She laughed. “Actually, I saw a lot of tags for this location from Luke, and I wanted to see where he’d been spending so much time.” Her eyes focused on me. “And now I know why.”
Luke? No one really called him Luke except maybe little Henry.
“That’s not creepy at all,” Brad whispered as she walked over to her son.
I looked at my brother. “I’m so confused.”
My brother’s eyes widened as he watched Clara and her son wandering the store. “Do you think Lucas knows she’s here?”
“Uh, no.” I cleared my throat. “But I could be wrong.”
“You should text him.” Brad’s brows waggled up and down.
I elbowed my brother and chuckled. “You’re such a pot stirrer. But you know what?”
“Tell me.”