“It’s a certain kind of magic she possesses,” Ivy added. “Sometimes she walks into the greenhouse and stands there like a savant, staring at the flowers, calculating her creation. We sell out of market bouquets every day, and I swear she’s never quite done the same thing twice.”

“Cut it out,” Tess said on a flustered laugh, reaching into a bucket of mauve hydrangeas.

“It’s okay. I don’t take compliments well either,” I admitted.

“It’s true,” my sister added. “Last time I complimented her hair, she went on for ten minutes about how it was all thanks to her hair products and did her best to convert me to using them. She forgets I work as a florist and not a hot-shot wedding planner and can’t afford Sephora anything.”

“Assistant coordinator,” I corrected. “And I told you, you could use mine.”

“And get addicted to something I can’t afford? I have enough vices, thank you very much.”

“Are you about ready?” I asked, looking over her arrangement to see if I could determine that answer myself.

“Just about. You and Kash get everything approved?” she asked.

“We did,” I said with a glance in his direction, catching him watching me.

He didn’t look away, boldly locking eyes. They were a deeper, darker shade than the other Bennets, shot with a burst of blue so light, it shone silver around his pupil like an eclipse.

“Can we get that in writing?” Ivy joked.

“That’s what I said.” Kash’s lips were tilted, wide and inviting.

God, what was it about that sideways smile? I’d always found smirks to be lewd and a little salacious, but he made the expression feel intimate, like a secret we shared. Except I didn’t know what the secret was.

That smile promised to tell me everything and then some.

A wave of heat brushed my skin at the notion.

Mercifully, Ivy stood. Well, it was more of a cautious slide off the stool, then a waddle to her bag.

“See you guys tomorrow,” she said in parting.

“Don’t have that baby yet,” Tess warned.

A snort from Ivy. “If she decides to show up, I’m not arguing.” At Tess’s frown, she added, “Don’t worry, you’ll all survive without me. In fact, I’m betting you’ll get more work done without me here to distract you.”

“Fat chance,” Tess answered.

Ivy pressed a hand to her belly. “Watch it with the fat talk, Tess Monroe.”