Kendra seems all right. Pleasant. Right here in front of my face, which if I was interested, that would be handy.

But I don’t think I’m interested.

My thoughts immediately go to the woman I annoyed here a few days ago. Candice’s friend. Amelia. Now she was a beauty. Elegant. Refined. A little snooty, but I have a feeling I could get her to come around.

She’s far too classy for my simple ass. Yet I can’t stop thinking about her.

What’s up with that? I don’t normally go for unattainable women. I don’t like to torture myself. But that one?

I’d deal with a little torture to get closer to her.

Yes, I would.

Six

Isaac

Saturday is the big day for the Sullivan wedding, and I wake up exhausted. Yesterday had me running ragged, helping customers pick out trees while also dealing with wedding and reception deliveries that were happening all afternoon. I’m making major overtime thanks to all these hours I’m putting in, but still.

I need a day of rest. Won’t be getting it until tomorrow, thank God. Charlie told me I was his right hand guy for the big day, and while I was honored he trusts me the most out of anyone else on this tree farm besides his sister, Victoria, who is also busting her butt, I am also tense as hell. Worried I’ll somehow mess something up.

Spider-Man’s uncle was right. With great power comes great responsibility, and that shit is no joke.

I’m hustling so much, by the time the early afternoon rolls around, I’m ready to collapse. Drink a beer, take a shower, and go to bed. But I can’t.

I have a wedding to attend still.

So I get ready in Charlie’s office. Brought a duffel bag with a change of clothes with me to work today, and I make quick work of it, hoping I don’t smell too bad. Brought cologne too and give myself a couple of sprays. Check out my reflection in the mirror Charlie keeps stashed in his desk, doing my best to fix my hair before I give up and make my way to the bathroom.

Better mirror, better view, and access to actual water.

Once I’ve set myself to rights, I wander out into the store Victoria runs. Most everyone is gone, and Victoria is standing behind the register, looking as if she’s tallying up the day’s totals. I’m sure the store took in a lot of money the last few days. We’ve been swarmed since yesterday morning when we kicked off Black Friday.

“Any customers still in here?” I call out to her.

She lifts her gaze to mine and slowly shakes her head. “Just me and a couple of employees.”

“Perfect. You need any help? Shouldn’t you be getting ready for the wedding?” I ask.

“I’ve got this, but thank you. And it won’t take too long for me to prepare. I’ll use my office.” She smiles.

I smile back. She’s cute and all, and we’ve flirted more than a few times over the years, but I refuse to get involved with the owner’s family. The moment we break up, I’d be out. I like this job too damn much to risk it.