She went back to the workroom, put the cork in the bottle and heard a light tapping at the back door. She looked up and smiled.
“Ah, I see you’ve been working hard,” Troy said, pointing to the wine bottle.
“I was about to put this back in the cooler. Iris came by to make herself a bouquet,” she said. “You just missed her,” she added, watching his expression.
“I saw her earlier,” he said, picking up the glasses. “I’ll carry these up for you.”
“You saw Iris?” she asked.
“I see her at school every day, Grace. Want to go out for Chinese?”
“I need a shower,” she said.
He reached for her. With the wineglasses in one hand he lifted her chin with the other and put a sweet kiss on her lips. “Want to have a shower and I’ll go get takeout? Or, if you need help with that shower...”
“I’ll manage,” she said. “So, you’re hungry for Chinese?”
“I am. And I want to ask you something. Want takeout or should I wait for you to have a shower?”
“What do you want to ask me?”
“Hold on. I’m going to soften you up first. Is there a beer upstairs?”
“There are two,” she said. “You go get dinner while I wash off the flowers. How long will it take you?”
“Forty minutes, tops,” he said. “You okay to lock up?”
“I do it every day, Troy. Just get going.”
This was what it was like to go steady, she thought. Just a couple of small things missing. Like, there was no future and he wasn’t falling for her. Well, if nothing else, it was good dating practice. Troy was a great date, after all.
Troy’s question was a simple but difficult one. The high school was having a Valentine’s Day dance and he wanted her to be his date. He was going to chaperone. “Oh, God, that’s almost the busiest day of the year for me!” she exclaimed.
“How late do you stay open?”
“Just till six, but I will be toast! I might be the worst date of your life.”
“I can help you after work, help you clean up the shop and lock up. How about deliveries?”
“I have a little part-time help with that. Justin Russell, Al’s boy, is running some flowers for me before he goes to work at the station and he’s going to be sure to help that day—I already told him it’s madness, but there could be good tips. Oh, Troy, what if I’m no fun? And it’s a dance! I love to dance, but I might be knee-walking tired.”
“The next day is Sunday. You can sleep all day,” he begged. “Come on. I want to take the prettiest girl in Thunder Point to protect me from all the teenage girls.”
“Really?”
“You are the prettiest girl in—”
“No,” she said. “To protect you?”
“Okay, I can handle them,” he said with a laugh. “Come with me, Gracie. We’ll dance. Put a sign on the shop door. Closing promptly at six on Valentine’s Day so make arrangements to get your flowers early or ask for delivery. The flower girl has a date.”
* * *
Grace couldn’t resist him. And while everything else felt casual, even the kissing part, this felt like the real deal. She asked if the right dress was going to be an issue.
“Not for you,” he said. “All the high school girls are competing with each other and trying to impress their dates. But you already have me. You can wear a barrel if you want to.” And that was exactly the right thing to say, but she warned herself not to get too excited. At least not until he said something that sounded like we’re more than friends.
Valentine’s Day met all of her expectations for craziness. Grace started early and made up as many bouquets as she could ahead of customers. The preordered roses had been ready the day before and by the end of the day every rose in the shop was gone, along with many other arrangements. Justin started deliveries early and continued right up till five o’clock. Without him, she’d have been lost. She tried to stay ahead of the mess but in the end she left a lot of it—she could give the shop a good cleaning on Sunday.
She would have liked a little extra time to get dressed, but even rushed as she was she went to more trouble than usual with her hair and makeup. Grace wore her maid of honor dress, a sleek little black number and the only fancy dress in her arsenal. She usually pulled her hair back to keep it out of the way of the stalks and stems, but for this date she wore it down. It had grown long, past her shoulders. She even used the curling iron!
“Wow. You clean up good!” Troy said when he picked her up.
Grace expected to stand around a punch bowl with a bunch of teachers while the high school kids danced, but it was so much more than that. She was immediately enchanted. The high school gym was beautifully transformed with painted murals, twisted crepe paper streamers, snowy scenes, balloons, glitter balls, white and colored twinkle lights. The bleachers were pushed all the way back and the gym floor was circled with small round tables covered with long white tablecloths. Candles and little centerpieces decorated each table and there was a disc jockey at one end of the dance floor. To enter the gym the couples walked through a heart-shaped arch decorated with hearts, clouds and snowflakes and their pictures were taken as they appeared. The chaperones hung back and chatted among themselves; only a couple had brought dates or spouses. As the music played, almost everyone danced, and refreshments were being served by volunteers.
It was magical. Grace had never been to a high school dance. She’d never been to a high school!
Iris was at the dance, of course. “No date tonight?” Grace asked.
“My date is patrolling the parking lot and looking for trouble. I’m sure he’ll cruise through the dance once in a while.”
“Are police necessary?” Grace asked.
“Seth is a little overprotective. He likes to feel the kids are as safe as possible. And since I have to be here anyway...” Iris was pulled away by another chaperone with a question.
A young man approached Grace and Troy. “Is this your girlfriend, Mr. Headly?”
“Yes, this is Grace Dillon, Ms. Dillon to you.”
He gave a short bow. “Would you like to dance, Ms. Dillon?” he asked politely.
“Ah, I...ah...”
“It’s entirely up to you, Grace,” Troy said. “Jerome here won’t put any moves on you because he knows I’d have to kill him.”
“Ah, I see you’ve been working hard,” Troy said, pointing to the wine bottle.
“I was about to put this back in the cooler. Iris came by to make herself a bouquet,” she said. “You just missed her,” she added, watching his expression.
“I saw her earlier,” he said, picking up the glasses. “I’ll carry these up for you.”
“You saw Iris?” she asked.
“I see her at school every day, Grace. Want to go out for Chinese?”
“I need a shower,” she said.
He reached for her. With the wineglasses in one hand he lifted her chin with the other and put a sweet kiss on her lips. “Want to have a shower and I’ll go get takeout? Or, if you need help with that shower...”
“I’ll manage,” she said. “So, you’re hungry for Chinese?”
“I am. And I want to ask you something. Want takeout or should I wait for you to have a shower?”
“What do you want to ask me?”
“Hold on. I’m going to soften you up first. Is there a beer upstairs?”
“There are two,” she said. “You go get dinner while I wash off the flowers. How long will it take you?”
“Forty minutes, tops,” he said. “You okay to lock up?”
“I do it every day, Troy. Just get going.”
This was what it was like to go steady, she thought. Just a couple of small things missing. Like, there was no future and he wasn’t falling for her. Well, if nothing else, it was good dating practice. Troy was a great date, after all.
Troy’s question was a simple but difficult one. The high school was having a Valentine’s Day dance and he wanted her to be his date. He was going to chaperone. “Oh, God, that’s almost the busiest day of the year for me!” she exclaimed.
“How late do you stay open?”
“Just till six, but I will be toast! I might be the worst date of your life.”
“I can help you after work, help you clean up the shop and lock up. How about deliveries?”
“I have a little part-time help with that. Justin Russell, Al’s boy, is running some flowers for me before he goes to work at the station and he’s going to be sure to help that day—I already told him it’s madness, but there could be good tips. Oh, Troy, what if I’m no fun? And it’s a dance! I love to dance, but I might be knee-walking tired.”
“The next day is Sunday. You can sleep all day,” he begged. “Come on. I want to take the prettiest girl in Thunder Point to protect me from all the teenage girls.”
“Really?”
“You are the prettiest girl in—”
“No,” she said. “To protect you?”
“Okay, I can handle them,” he said with a laugh. “Come with me, Gracie. We’ll dance. Put a sign on the shop door. Closing promptly at six on Valentine’s Day so make arrangements to get your flowers early or ask for delivery. The flower girl has a date.”
* * *
Grace couldn’t resist him. And while everything else felt casual, even the kissing part, this felt like the real deal. She asked if the right dress was going to be an issue.
“Not for you,” he said. “All the high school girls are competing with each other and trying to impress their dates. But you already have me. You can wear a barrel if you want to.” And that was exactly the right thing to say, but she warned herself not to get too excited. At least not until he said something that sounded like we’re more than friends.
Valentine’s Day met all of her expectations for craziness. Grace started early and made up as many bouquets as she could ahead of customers. The preordered roses had been ready the day before and by the end of the day every rose in the shop was gone, along with many other arrangements. Justin started deliveries early and continued right up till five o’clock. Without him, she’d have been lost. She tried to stay ahead of the mess but in the end she left a lot of it—she could give the shop a good cleaning on Sunday.
She would have liked a little extra time to get dressed, but even rushed as she was she went to more trouble than usual with her hair and makeup. Grace wore her maid of honor dress, a sleek little black number and the only fancy dress in her arsenal. She usually pulled her hair back to keep it out of the way of the stalks and stems, but for this date she wore it down. It had grown long, past her shoulders. She even used the curling iron!
“Wow. You clean up good!” Troy said when he picked her up.
Grace expected to stand around a punch bowl with a bunch of teachers while the high school kids danced, but it was so much more than that. She was immediately enchanted. The high school gym was beautifully transformed with painted murals, twisted crepe paper streamers, snowy scenes, balloons, glitter balls, white and colored twinkle lights. The bleachers were pushed all the way back and the gym floor was circled with small round tables covered with long white tablecloths. Candles and little centerpieces decorated each table and there was a disc jockey at one end of the dance floor. To enter the gym the couples walked through a heart-shaped arch decorated with hearts, clouds and snowflakes and their pictures were taken as they appeared. The chaperones hung back and chatted among themselves; only a couple had brought dates or spouses. As the music played, almost everyone danced, and refreshments were being served by volunteers.
It was magical. Grace had never been to a high school dance. She’d never been to a high school!
Iris was at the dance, of course. “No date tonight?” Grace asked.
“My date is patrolling the parking lot and looking for trouble. I’m sure he’ll cruise through the dance once in a while.”
“Are police necessary?” Grace asked.
“Seth is a little overprotective. He likes to feel the kids are as safe as possible. And since I have to be here anyway...” Iris was pulled away by another chaperone with a question.
A young man approached Grace and Troy. “Is this your girlfriend, Mr. Headly?”
“Yes, this is Grace Dillon, Ms. Dillon to you.”
He gave a short bow. “Would you like to dance, Ms. Dillon?” he asked politely.
“Ah, I...ah...”
“It’s entirely up to you, Grace,” Troy said. “Jerome here won’t put any moves on you because he knows I’d have to kill him.”
