Page 71 of Almost Home
“From what Warrick said a little while ago, it’s going well and he seemed glad they were there.” Sadie gave me a small smile to encourage, and it did just that.
I nodded at her in thanks as Calla asked Dahlia about the customer who’d given her this spread.
“It’s someone who’s arriving next week. I’m doing fresh arrangements for their home. I really don’t know much else other than the arrangements are going to be gorgeous, and I can’t wait to meet whoever they are. It’s all through some company, and instead of delivering like I do for other residential orders, they’re picking up.”
“How do you know it’s for a home if it’s a company?” Quinn asked.
“I guess I don’t—not for certain, anyway. Just a feeling. Usually, corporate stuff is kind of contained and particular, but this order is…” She beamed. “It’s kind of wild.”
We all grinned at her expression—part dreamy, part disbelieving. She seemed nothing short of elated.
“Please take pictures so we can see,” I said.
“Absolutely. I have a feeling these are going on the website and a few other places if they turn out like I’m expecting.”
After talking and eating and catching up for another half hour, the time had come. We all said our goodbyes, and Calla walked out with me.
“I’m glad you told Warrick,” she said, eyes searching mine.
“Me, too. I just hope he won’t be too mad.”
She knew I meant Wilder. “He won’t be. As gruff as he can be, he doesn’t seem like one to hold a grudge against anyone other than himself.”
A sigh escaped. “That’s it, exactly.”
“I can relate. And I think he and Wyatt are more similar than anyone realizes. Don’t worry about them—this will be good for all of them. Are you two…?”
I chuckled. “I think? I’d asked him to hang out tomorrow, but we had a weird ending to our day today. I know it was a difficult one, so I’m just going to check in tomorrow and see how he’s doing.”
“Good idea.” She smiled approvingly. “And if he’s up for it, I hope he’ll bring you to family dinner on Sunday.”
Nerves and hope and immediate refusal jumped through me. “Oh, it’s… probably a little soon, right?”
She gave me a doubtful look. “Whatever’s right for you, friend.” With a quick hug, she released me.
I wandered home from Quinn’s house with my mind full of questions and hopes and anticipation. By the time I’d watched a few episodes of the show I’d been bingeing in the evenings, I decided it was time to call it and try to sleep. And just as I laid my head on my pillow a little after midnight, my phone buzzed.
I bolted upright and grabbed for it, scrambling to grip it and squint against the too-bright light in the darkened room. A text from Wilder made my pulse hammer on sight.
“You’re too good for me.”
I huffed and shook my head, immediately unlocking the phone and typing back.“No I’m not. There’s no such thing.”
“Not sure about that.”
“I am. I’m not too good for you. You saw my resume…”
“Your resume’s great. You’re great.”
I laughed at that. Lies, but also, adorable.“You doing okay? Are your brothers still there?”
“They left about midnight. Thanks for sending them.”
Longing and love crashed through me so hard, I had to steady myself against the headboard. I curled into the phone and typed back.“Glad you let them in.”
“Me too.”
Maybe it was the late hour or the fact that he’d initiated the chatting, but I pushed a little.“You going to let me in tomorrow?”
