I laughed, the sound unburdened, just like me. Light as a feather and floating through the breeze, free as could be, despite my exhaustion. It had taken us all night to get the installation done, no thanks to Luke’s lips and hands and that body.

“You were right, and I was wrong,” I said pointedly.

She pressed her hand to her chest, smiling. “It’s more common than I get credit for. Are you going to tell Mrs. Bennet?”

My nose wrinkled. “We’re gonna wait a bit. Just … get settled, make sure we’re stable before she jumps in with wedding invitation samples or something.”

“I’d say she’d scare Luke off, but somehow, I don’t think it’s him who’d get cold feet.”

I gave her a look. “Can you blame me? I don’t do anything fast.”

“No, you don’t. And when Mrs. Bennet gets word that her favorite person on the planet who’s not related to her is dating her son, she’s absolutely going to start planning your wedding. I give it two hours.”

“God,” I said on a laugh. “Maybe we should keep it from her until we’re engaged.”

Ivy gave me a look.

“What?”

“You said until. Until you’re engaged.”

My cheeks flamed. “I was kidding, Ivy.”

“I’m just saying, Tess. I think somewhere in your rational little mind lies a gooey romantic who knows you two are well-matched.”

“We are well-matched. That doesn’t mean we’re getting married, you weirdo.”

She gave me another look, this one telling me she knew better. “You remind me of me and Dean. You just…click, you know? And everyone around you can see it.” A wistful smile slipped out of her, her hand absently moving to her belly. “It’s your own kind of magic, and I’m so happy you found it. I swear, the electricity flickers when you’re in the same room. How Mrs. Bennet hasn’t already guessed is beyond me.”

“She’s too busy fussing over having her kids home to be paying attention. Anyway, when she’s down here, Luke and I aren’t usually in the room at the same time.”

“By design?”

“A little, but also because we’re just too busy.”

Ivy snorted a laugh. “You act like I didn’t catch him feeling you up in storage yesterday.”

I shrugged. “You know what they say—a grope a day keeps the single away.”

“No one says that,” she said around a giggle just as the bell on the counter rang for a second time in thirty seconds.

I frowned, glancing behind me. “Where the hell is Jett?”

“I don’t know. He went back to the greenhouse a minute ago. Luke’s on a delivery.”

I wiped my hands on my apron. “I know where Luke is.”

“Oh, I’m sure. It’ll become your sixth sense, knowing how far away he is at any given moment. Because you’re gonna get maaaaarried,” she sang, giving me a display of jazz hands for effect.

I rolled my eyes, smiling as I walked toward the front.

The shop was so busy, I found myself surprised Jett had gotten away for so long without the bell ringing.