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That was the million-dollar question. “I just want it to be fun. I’m not putting any expectations on it.”
Bibi nodded. “If you decide to take Bjorn as your mate, do you think you would want to stay in Sunset Springs long term?”
“Good question. I hadn’t thought past this season, but I do like it here.”
“That’s something the two of you definitely need to talk about. I know how things can be. Working in this business, you don’t look too far into the future because it’s never guaranteed.”
“Nailed it.” My mom’s questions about my fairy dragmother echoed loudly in my mind. This was Bibi’s first foray into reality TV, but she knew too much to be a total rookie. But I’d already gotten in enough trouble tonight, and I wasn’t looking for more. It was a miracle my episode hadn’t been canceled, and I would do whatever it took to hang onto my job when our episode ended.
Despite the bonehead move when it came to the Hudaknocker, I wanted people to think of me as a serious producer.
“You deserve to have a future, too.” Bibi softened, and maybe she wasn’t that mad at me after all. “Put yourself first instead of living your life around a production schedule.”
“Oh, that hit deep.” I had to say something. My heart was in my throat. “I think you need to take your own advice, too.”
“I’m not in front of the camera, but noted.” She switched off the camera, took it off the tripod, and put it into her bag. “Time to get ready to go.”
“First, I have to tell you something.”
Her lips parted. “Another confession?”
I nodded. “My mom isn’t just gunning for Bjorn. She’s looking to expose you.”
Bibi stilled, and it felt like time had stopped. I wanted nothing more than for my mom to be bluffing. Until a moment ago, it had seemed impossible to catch my brand-new fairy dragmother off guard. But now I wasn’t so sure.
Bibi tipped her chin up and fluffed her wig before slinging her bag over her shoulder. “Tell Suzanne to do her worst.”
ChapterTwelve
Bjorn
I was on a mission tonight—to prove Marissa wrong. When Bibi asked me how I was feeling, I had one word for her: determined. Marissa was so sure the only reason she felt anything for me was because of the Hudaknocker, to the point that she was willing to tamper with it, and I was going to make sure she went back to Bibi’s house tonight rethinking everything.
Jenny Connors, the owner of the mercantile, greeted me at the door.
“Pick out flowers,” she insisted.
I eyed the selections, but laughter from the back of the house pulled my attention away. Marissa was in the kitchen with Gretta and Sunny, Werewives who were both former chefs. Marissa looked gorgeous as ever. Tonight she was wearing a little black dress, and her hair had been piled loosely on top of her head, exposing her neck. All I could think about was pulling her head to the side and leaving a line of kisses along the exposed skin.
My bear rumbled inside me. He didn’t think I was taking this seriously enough. He wanted me to claim her. Now. Patience wasn’t exactly his strong suit when it came to his mate.
I took a deep breath, turned back to the flowers, and found Jenny grinning at me.
“Do you know what she likes?” she asked.
The problem was, I had no idea what she liked. What she wanted. All I knew was that I wanted her. That was scary. Maybe she was right about the Hudaknocker.
Impossible, my bear groaned.You felt this way about her before you came to Sunset Springs.
The other night was fun. I didn’t learn anything new about her. Total missed opportunity.
“Wildflowers,” I said.
“Excellent choice.” Jenny grabbed several bunches. “Come to the table, and I’ll show you how to make a bouquet. Then when you see flowers in the wild, you’ll know how to arrange them and bring them home to your mate.”
She pulled the bouquets apart and had me choose flowers the way I thought they should go. It wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be. Not everything made sense together. I glanced at her for guidance, but she simply nodded.
“You have a good eye for it.” She took the finished bundle from me. “Usually, at the mercantile, we wrap flowers in paper. But for special occasions and special couples, I use tulle. It’s more organic and compliments the flowers. What color do you think she’d like?”
