Page 46 of Now or Never

“Oh,” she said, racking her brain, wondering whether Natalie had ever mentioned what types of flowers she liked and coming up blank. “I don’t think she’s ever said anything about flowers before.”

“Well, what kinds of flowers do you like?”

Chelsea met his eye and stared for a moment. She’d never been given flowers before, but she wasn’t about to admit that.

“Umm . . .” she said, breaking eye contact. “Well . . . my grandma, Elizabeth, had huge gardens at the manor when I was a kid, and my favourite flower was a peach-coloured rose that grew on a trellis and smelled like honey. She used to pick a fewwhen I was coming and put them in a little vase on the coffee table.”

When she glanced back up at him, he was staring at her, then quickly blinked away.

“Peach roses it is,” he said, writing it down.

Chelsea shook her head. “I don’t know if she likes those.”

Adam shrugged. “Well, she hasn’t given us much to go on. Besides, roses are much better than going withmyfavourite flowers.”

“What are your favourite flowers?”

Adam smiled. “Dandelions. I used to pick them for my mom.”

Chelsea couldn’t help but smile. “That’s very sweet.”

“I don’t get why everyone hates them so much. If it weren’t for dandelions, I would never have been able to give my mom flowers.”

Chelsea stared at Adam, her eyes going misty.

“Hey,” he said, patting her knee. “It’s okay. I’m sure Natalie would rather have roses than dandelions.”

Chelsea blinked, trying to clear the emotion away.

Focus on the wedding.

“I can order the flowers and pick them up. There’s a florist in Mapleton, right?”

“Yeah, just let me know when you order them, and I’ll stop by and pay.”

“Thanks,” she said, wishing she could insist on paying but knowing that was impossible. She looked over at him, diligently scribbling down notes to himself about the flowers, and couldn’t help her feelings from deepening.

How many guys would take on planning their friends’ wedding?

None that she’d met, that’s for sure.

She shook her head again, reminding herself that Adam was not, and never would be, someone she could be with. He was just a friend.

A very attractive friend with a good heart.

Focus on the wedding!

“Do you think the peach flowers will look okay with the blue dress?”

Adam turned his attention to her, then his gaze drifted from her head down to her feet and back up, finally settling on her eyes. “Honestly, I don’t think there’s anything that would look bad on you.”

Her eyes widened as her heart stopped and her brain went dead.

Why did he say things like that to her? It was like at Float Fest when he made that bed comment, but somehow, this was worse.

More emotional.

More intimate.