“Well, the broccoli doesn’t make her odd, but a sudden marriage does,” Jane retorts. “What event was it where you met Graham, the one where you were with Kian?”
Graham squeezes my fingers. “It was, um, a charity ball.”
Finally, he comes through with an original idea.
Jane snorts. “Kian at a charity ball. No way. The only person he cared about was himself.”
Graham deflects like a pro. “I understand you’re worried about your sister, especially after Kian, but I’d never hurt her . . .” He turns to me and tucks a piece of hair behind my hear. “She is too precious. Just when you least expect to find the woman of your dreams, there she is, right in front of you . . .”
Cheesy. I roll my eyes so only he can see them.
Jane’s lips tighten, her gaze darting to Graham and then me. “It would be nice if you’d let us in on these things, Emmy.”
“It was sudden, yes, I know,” I say, deciding to stick close to the truth. “I didn’t expect Graham to propose. Actually”—I sigh dramatically—“he asked me a few days ago at the bar. I told him I had to think about it. And I have. This is the best thing . . .” That could come out of this particular situation.
I hesitate to mention that he’s bought the store until we can figure out the details. I don’t want any more questions to arise.
Graham smiles as his eyes sweep the room with the look of someone who is a little on edge and preparing to exit. “It’s been great to meet you guys, but I have to go. I’m sure I’ll see you all soon.”
“Running off already?” Jane says. “Not surprised. Her guys never last long.”
“Don’t be so weird,” Andrew mutters at her.
“He’s a stranger,” Jane hisses under her breath, but we all hear her.
Graham and I keep walking as he escorts me to the door.
“Is there a date for this wedding?” Jane calls out behind us, her tone prickly.
He glances down at me. “As soon as possible. We’re thinking a week.”
I inhale a sharp breath as Jane puts her hands on her hips and shakes her head. “No freaking way. That’s . . . she doesn’t even have a dress. She hasn’t prepared anything. What’s the rush?”
I give her a reassuring smile. “It’ll be okay. Be right back,” I say with a wave as we leave the kitchen.
“A week?” I mutter as soon as we’re out the door and into the store. “Are you crazy?”
“Yes. Fast. Before you change your mind. Or I change mine. None of this makes me happy. And your sister is a pit bull.”
“She needs to be questioning this. I raised her well.”
Mina sees us coming out from the kitchen and rushes over. “I wondered where you two went. You’re both pale as paper. What’s up?”
Whoa. I’d completely forgotten about her.
“I asked Emmy to marry me, and she said yes.” He’s got the robot voice again.
“Oh! I-I didn’t know it was so serious. Congratulations!” She tries to hide her shock as she gives us hugs.
Eventually, after nodding my head and saying things I don’t mean or won’t recall later because all I can think about is a week, I tell them that I’ve got to finish closing the store.
First, I walk them outside and inhale the night air. People bustle past us on the busy sidewalk. Mina tells us she’s heading out to meet a friend for dinner, and it’s just me and Graham left on the street.
He scrubs his face, his eyes tired as he watches her leave. “That was harder than I thought. Good job in there. Are you okay?”
“No. I don’t like lying to my family. Things tend to come apart when people lie. It turns into a tangled mess.”
“I get that, but if one person suggests our marriage isn’t real, then the inheritance might not come through for Brody. My half brother, Holden, is a lawyer, and he’ll be suspicious. You can’t tell anyone, not even your brother and sister. Promise me?”
I nod.
“Eventually you’ll have to meet my family and prove to them that we’re in love—not something I’m looking forward to.” He tips my chin up. “How’s the nose?”
“It’s fine—wait, are those calla lilies?” I ask as I walk to a bouquet of about two dozen flowers leaning against the brick of the store beneath the window display. I pick them up, my fingers stroking the beautiful creamy-white trumpet-shaped petals. A yellow spike with tiny flowers is in the middle of the petals. The scent wafts, sweet and delicate, and memories of Gran wash over me. Out of all the lilies, she’d say, this one is the most fragrant, the most elegant, the hardest to find. She carried them at her wedding. She wanted them at her funeral. Mark, my grandfather, bought her a bouquet each month. He died before I was born, but she’d still bought lilies each month.