That look on her face had immediately made me feel like a jerk. I apologized to her multiple times, but I don’t think it mattered.

I made her mad. Hell, I might’ve even disgusted her.

“The jacket looked like it cost a lot of money,” I clarify. “And now I stained it with sap. I’m sure she was pissed.”

“Did she act like she was pissed?” Charlie asks.

Should I mention the rub it out comment? I decide not to. “A little irritated, yeah. She stormed off toward the store, like she was in a hurry.”

“What she look like?” Charlie angles his head toward me, his gaze narrowed.

“Almost tall as me. Fancy looking. Dark hair. Young. She reminded me of Miss Candice.” Charlie’s fiancé is only a couple years older than me, but I like calling her that. I think she likes it too. We’re friends, me and Candice. She’s nice. Kind. She’s softened my boss up since they got together, and now they’re going to get married.

This Saturday, as a matter of fact. I’ll be there. They’re closing the tree lot early—on the Saturday after Thanksgiving, I don’t know how she convinced Charlie to do it—and the wedding is happening here. Right beside the field of trees. I’m sure it’ll be awesome. And I can’t wait to watch, because I’ll be here as a guest.

“Well, shit, that was probably her friend, Amelia,” Charlie says, shaking his head. “I’ll ask Candice if she complained about you.”

I’m a little offended. “Why would she complain about me?”

“Because you ruined her jacket with sap. You’re right about the fancy denim jacket. That thing probably cost a couple hundred dollars. Maybe more,” Charlie says, like it’s no big deal. “Her family owns a jewelry store. They do very well for themselves.”

I’m sure he’s not wrong about the dollar amount, but damn. That’s a ridiculous amount of money for a denim jacket. “I told her how to get the sap out.”

“Always helpful, aren’t you, Jonesie?” Charlie laughs and tosses the last tree on the pile of them that lined the back of the truck. “Maybe you can go deliver her tree to the store. See if she’s still mad at ya.”

“Deliver her tree?” I frown.

“Her parents own Lee Fine Jewelers in downtown Carmel. That’s why she’s here. To pick out a tree for their store,” Charlie explains. “What do you say? You can even offer to buy her a new jacket.”

“But I don’t want to buy her a new one,” I mutter, making my boss laugh.

“Come on, I was kidding. But I do need you to deliver that tree,” Charlie tells me, all traces of laughter gone. “After that, you can go on home.”

“You want me to drive a company truck home?” I do that every so often, but it’s not something Charlie likes to make a habit of.

“Yeah, get out of here.” He waves a hand. “You’ve been on the clock since six.”