She pretended to consider. “Yes. You should have seen your face.”

Maddie laughed. “Yours, too, ‘hon.’”

They laughed again, and she turned her attention to the first binder. “I hadn’t thought about this part. Now she’ll know it’s not us getting married.”

“Why?”

“Because there won’t be any bouquets.”

Maddie snorted. “Of course there will. Jai specifically asked for them.”

“He did?”

“Yes. And boutonnieres. And corsages. And flower crowns. He basically wants a million flowers on everyone.”

“Do you have a list of how many we’ll need?”

“Not yet. But I think we can choose the arrangements now and tell her numbers once we have them.”

“Okay. Which one do you want to look at?”

“We should do it together,” Maddie said, pulling the wearable binder toward them. She scooted her chair closer, her shoulder brushing Ryann’s now, their knees touching. Ryann didn’t know if she should pull away or stay where she was, but since Maddie didn’t seem to notice how close they were, she stayed put. She had to turn the pages as they opened from her side, and Maddie leant forward, examining every page closely. Ryann wanted to get closer herself, but that would put her farther inside Maddie’s personal space, and she wasn’t sure if she should do that. It was all fine pretending when Brenda was in the room, but alone was different.

“I like the bouquets on this page the most,” Maddie said after flipping back and forth a few times. “What do you think?” She leaned back, and her eyes met Ryann’s, their faces very close now. Ryann didn’t look down at the binder, her gaze still locked in those blue pools of light.

“Beautiful,” she said, almost whispering.

One of Maddie’s eyebrows rose, and she leaned forward slightly, amusement tugging up one corner of her mouth. Ryann inched forward, her eyes fluttering closed, and then the door opened, startling them away from each other.

“Oh, gosh. I’m sorry,” Brenda said. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“You didn’t—”

“It’s fine,” Maddie said. “We can always kiss later.”

Ryann flushed with heat, suddenly mortified. What on earth had almost happened? What had she almost done? She didn’t know Maddie at all. It wasn’t like her to kiss some stranger on a whim. Even someone so cute.

Damn it, she thought. She really is cute.

As Brenda and Maddie discussed the bouquets and matching boutonnieres, Ryann let herself drift, still wrestling with what had almost happened. It was entirely out of character for her. She’d let herself get carried away in their little playact.