The next day at work, John walked into my area of the nursery with the blond man I’d seen through the window at the Silver Star restaurant. I’d been filling in holes where we’d sold wreaths and swags the day before. I was definitely going to have to make more this afternoon. For some reason, they were both particularly popular this year.
“Fen, this is David. He’s the manager of the Star.” John acted like we hadn’t stayed up late kissing and fooling around the night before. He was all business, but I wanted to throw my arms around his neck and kiss him.
Instead, I reached up and shook hands with David. “What can I do for you?”
David had been staring around the gift-shop area. I’d decorated three of the walls with different kinds of swags and left the fourth wall as a display of the vario
