He’s Fred and I’m Audrey. But in our movie, the credits will roll after my transformation is complete and I’ve found the wholeness I’ve been looking for. Romance subplot, removed. Admittedly, it would be easier to picture this analogy if Will weren’t so freaking hot. I need to draw some wrinkles on his face and strap him in tap shoes and high-wasted trousers. That’ll cure my attraction.
My attention goes to the shop door when the bell rings and a nice-looking man steps inside.
“Hi! Let me know if I can help you with anything,” I say while continuing to mess with the bouquet. I try not to crowd shoppers because no one likes a hovering sales associate.
“Thanks,” says the man and immediately I take note of his voice. It’s a nice voice. And because it caught my attention, I try to discreetly assess him as he wanders around the shop.
Nice light brown hair cropped close to his head but with enough play on the top to style it
A well-groomed beard
Button-down casual dress shirt
Nice jeans
Clearly works out
No wedding ring
He looks up and catches me looking, so I’m forced to say something. “Um, those premade bouquets are half-price.”
“Great,” he says with an easy smile. “Thanks.”
The arrangement I’m working on is missing something. It looks nice and all, but I think it’s lacking a standout element. Something that grabs me and doesn’t let me look away. Something exciting. It’s missing a dangerous black rim around its irises…and wait, I’m not thinking about flowers anymore, am I?
I barely refrain from groaning into my hands. Of course I would be thinking about Will while a handsome （possibly single） man is roaming around my flower shop.
“Hey, could I get your advice on something?” the man asks, approaching me at the worktable.
“Of course! I’d be happy to help.”
He frowns, looking around the shop. “What sort of bouquet is appropriate to buy for a woman who just had a baby?”
Oh.
He’s a dad.
Well, that’s that.
“Actually, for a sister-in-law who just had a baby,” he amends like maybe he saw my face and wanted to clarify.
Things are looking up again.
I walk around the worktable and go to the far corner, where I have a few freshly assembled, colorful flowers. “I think any of these would be perfect. They’re beautiful but not over-the-top.”
“Great.” He leans in and selects one—treating me to a sniff of his cologne. And it is cologne. He definitely owns a fancy bottle of something cinnamonlike and spritzes it once—maybe twice—before he leaves the house.
I think I like it. Or I could like it.
It doesn’t smell anything like…
No! Not finishing that absurd thought. Now is my chance to use a little bit of the newfound confidence I’ve been practicing.
“So are you from around here or just in for a visit?” I say, wondering if this has been an appropriate amount of eye contact.
“I’ve actually just moved to town. Or the town over, to be exact. My family lives around here, and I felt ready to settle down. So I moved my clinic here and bought a house.”
This is starting to feel like a lot of eye contact. Too much. Oh gosh, I need to look away. And please tell me why I never have this issue with Will? With him I never want to look away.
I take his bouquet to the counter to ring it up. “Oh, are you a doctor?”
“Veterinarian,” he says, and that earns another ding, ding, ding sound in my brain because I love animals. Even better—a man who loves animals too. And he’s apparently a family man who is looking to put down roots! My sisters would definitely be giving me a thumbs-up right now and telling me to go for it.
“That’s great news!” I say a little over the top.
“Oh yeah? Do you have any animals?”
“Well…no, but it’s great news for everyone else who does.” He laughs and hands me his credit card. “Brandon Larsdale,” I say, shamelessly reading the name on his credit card out loud.
“No fair. I don’t get to scan your credit card to learn your name.”
I smile up at him, feeling my cheeks turn pink in a way that I really wish they wouldn’t. I think he’s flirting with me now too—and the familiar discomfort of talking to a new guy is settling over me. Must push through. “I’m Annie Walker.”
“Nice to meet you, Annie.” He pauses only briefly as he picks up his bouquet from the counter. “Listen, I realize this is really forward of me, but…you don’t happen to be single, are you?”