“Not a chance.” He yanked a cart free from a long chain of them and rolled it into the store. “You wear everything on your face.”

“Which is the exact opposite of you. I don’t know whether you’re an expert at hiding your emotions or you never get deep enough in anything to have them.” She’d meant it as a joke, but his expression turned troubled. “I didn’t mean that literally. I was just…”

“Nah, it’s all good.”

“No, it’s not. I hurt your feelings, and I’m sorry.”

“Rosie, relax. I’m not that sensitive. Your comment just fit with something my brothers said a few days ago. Okay, where we headed first? This is a superstore, so if you need anything for your work, we can start on that end.”

“Harrison’s shipping supplies from the lab, so I’ll just have to wait until everything arrives and then see what I’m missing.”

“What’ll you do until then?” He said it with a hitch to his brow.

“I think…” She smiled. “I’ll spend the next couple of days exploring the town.”

“Brodie?” A young mother with a platinum pixie cut and very trendy clothes saw him and abandoned her cart to get to him. Her little boy on her hip, she reached into her big canvas tote bag and pulled out a folder. “I’m so glad I ran into you. Here’s my proposal.” She handed it to Brodie, as her gaze slid to Rosie. “Hello, I’m Skylar.” She tipped her head toward the folder. “Hopefully, the social media manager for Owl Hoot. And this is Rocco, my little love bug.”

The shy toddler dug his head into his mom’s neck, watching them.

“Hello, Rocco, I’m Rosie. It’s nice to meet you.”

“She’s a chemist and perfumer who’s here to work with me on spa products,” Brodie said.

“Really?” Skylar hitched her son higher on her hip. “A perfumer?”

Rosie nodded, not wanting to bore them with the details of her job.

“Will that be one of your new businesses?” Skylar asked Brodie.

“It will,” he said. “This one will be in the hotel lobby.”

“I love that idea,” Skylar said.