Drew marveled at the way Gretchen could take flowers and make them into works of art. With floral tape, pins, and the eye of a professional, she put together delicate corsages, traditional centerpieces, and huge showpieces for the bride and groom.
He got her whatever flower she requested, retrieved more tape when she ran out, and brought her a chicken Caesar salad from the Souper Salad down the street. He made several simple sales of rose bouquets to anyone who came in.
When they only had twenty minutes left until they needed to leave to get over to the reception center, a woman pushed into the florist.
“Jenna Blackman.” Drew smiled at the raven-haired woman he’d grown up with. “What can I help you with?”
“Is Gretchen here?” Jenna tipped up onto her toes and tried to see past Drew. Gre
