“Well, we’d better get started then,” I said with an unstoppable grin on my face as I reached for the orders. “You should sit,” I suggested. “Or if you need a break, I can handle it for a bit. Rest your feet, Ivy.”

Another sigh, and she pulled up a stool. “Oh, that feels nice,” she said once she was sitting.

I chuckled, making a recipe in my head for the orders. The table was covered in buckets of flowers, harvested in droves by poor Kash. Hibiscus and begonias, dahlias and ranunculus, orchids and snowberries.

“So are you going to tell me what the hell happened with Luke last night? Because we have been too busy to talk, and I’m busting at the seams to know.”

“You’re busting at the seams anyway,” I teased, choosing a vase from the shelves under the table.

“Ha-ha, Tess. Don’t you dare deny it again either. He’s been looking at you all day like he eyes a ham sandwich.”

I filled it with cold water from the farmhouse sink, scooped some preservative in. “You’ll be happy to know I told him about the kiss.”

Her mouth popped open. “You’re kidding. I didn’t think you actually had the stones to do it. I was going to have your headstone engraved with, Here lies Tess—He should have remembered.”

I shook my head, laughing.

“So what did he do? God, just spill it already.”

“He kissed me and promised me he’d make it up to me.” My eyes were on my hands as I chose a variety of dahlias and a couple of the big ranunculus.

“And did he?”

“He did. Twice, right over there.” I jerked my chin in the direction of the shop. “And once over there. Oh, and another time there.”

This time, her jaw came unhinged and hit the table. “Don’t toy with me, Tess. You don’t want to be responsible for putting me into preterm labor, do you?”

I shot a smirk at her.

“Oh my God. Oh my God,” she hissed. “You did not!”

I still didn’t answer, just kept on smirking as I snipped stems and filled the vase.

“You slept with Luke Bennet.” She whispered his name, glancing around like someone might be listening. “I think this is the most spontaneous thing you’ve ever done in your whole life.”

“Other than kissing him the first time.”

“Yes, other than that. What does that mean? Are you guys, like … dating?”

A laugh burst out of me. “God, no. I might be crazy, but I’m not stupid, Ivy. It was a one-time thing, a fling. For fun. To rewrite what happened before. I’m being adventurous like everyone loves to accuse me of not being.”

She eyed me with no small amount of skepticism. “You. A fling. With Luke.”

“Yeah. What’s the big problem? Literally everyone has had a fling with Luke. Why not me too?”

“Because you don’t know how to have sex without feelings.”

“Please. Luke and I are exactly wrong for each other. But man, that boy knows how to kiss.” I sighed, smiling at the flowers. “If there’s one person in the world to fling with, it’s a guy like him.”