79

FANE

I grabbed another crate of flowers and put them in the cooler. The door to the shop opened and Thorne walked in carrying two more.

“Where do you want these?”

“Are those the daffodils or the baby’s breath?” I asked.

He glanced inside the crate and made a face. “This one is baby’s breath, and this one looks like curly twigs.”

I laughed. “They’re curly willow tips.” I pointed to where Liv stood at another cooler. “Let Liv have them. They go in that one.”

He walked her way, and I stared at him, still blown away that he was mine. It had only been two weeks since the night at my apartment when I asked him to stay after everything with Brooks happened, but it felt like we’d always been together. There was an ease with Thorne I had never felt with Brooks.

Life was magical with him.

Liv took the crates from Thorne, and then I noticed her checking her watch. That had to be the tenth time in the last few minutes. When she chewed the inside of her cheek—her telltale sign she was nervous—I kn