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over. “Sure.”
“And then afterwards we can do this again?”
“That’s the rule.”
“Fine.” Her arm shot out to the cordless phone sitting on the bedside table. “Let’s have some dinner so I can play with the little soldier.”
“This is perfect ,” Annabel e exclaimed, marveling over the sample centerpiece Savannah had created.
They’d agreed for Annabel e to come by the shop at ten in the morning in order to approve or ask for a redo of Savannah’s work. Approval seemed to be the conclusion. So far, Annabel e loved everything, including the sketches Savannah had done of the orchids twining around the delicate white birch archway that would serve as the altar.
Annabel e pul ed out her Blackberry and snapped a few photos of the centerpiece, then clicked a couple of buttons. “I’m just sending these to Jeannine. She was happy with the description I gave her, but I’d like to give her a visual so she can suggest changes if she wants.”
As it turned out, the bride agreed with Annabel e’s assessment, quickly texting back PERFECT .
Savannah experienced a burst of pride. She’d worked hard on the arrangement, and she was glad her efforts had been successful. She’d dreaded having to redo the centerpiece, particularly because of the vague details the bride had described. Now she wouldn’t have to.
“Did you order the silk for the head table panels?” Annabel e asked as she tucked her Blackberry into the pocket of her loose brown Capris.
Savannah nodded. “I’m holding on to al the receipts and invoices like you asked.”
“Thanks.” With a faint smile, Annabel e leaned against the counter and added, “So how are things with Matt?”
Her guard instantly shot up. She knew Annabel e was dating Matt’s best friend, and a part of her wondered if Matt had put Annabel e up to this. Was he fishing for information? After his whole date-for-sex trade, she wouldn’t put it past him.
But although she wouldn’t admit it to him, she real y was starting to enjoy their dates. Yesterday they’d gone for lunch at a fish and chips place near the harbor, and when he picked her up after work that evening, they’d seen a new horror movie playing at the Royal, an old-style cinema house near San Diego’s East Vil age.
The talking wasn’t bad either. She loved hearing about Matt’s family and he never ran out of stories to tel about his four older sisters. Apparently they fussed over their baby brother like mother hens. His mother and grandmother sounded sweet as hel , though she could understand why he felt smothered by them sometimes. Who wouldn’t, when your mother insisted on sewing nametags with bright red fabric hearts into every piece of clothing you owned?
But she knew she couldn’t keep letting it happen anymore. Al the dates, the long talks…way too close to relationship territory here, and she knew from past experience just how bad she was at those. Back when she’d actual y cared to find someone to share her life with, she’d only ended up broken-hearted.
Now she knew better, and no matter how much she liked Matt O’Connor, she needed to put some distance between them before anything got too serious.
Sensing Savannah’s hesitation, Annabel e’s smile widened. “He didn’t ask me to ask, I swear. It’s just that we haven’t seen him around the building the past week, so I figured he was hanging out at your place.”
“Yeah, we’ve been hanging out,” she said careful y.
“Does he make you melt in bed every time he cal s you darlin’ ?” Annabel e mimicked Matt’s faint drawl, then laughed. “I just about did.”
Savannah’s eyebrows shot up. “Wait—you slept with Matt?”
Looking sheepish, the other woman nodded. “Yeah.
I figured he’d tel you.”
“Oh. He didn’t.”
The icy jealousy coursing through her veins came out of nowhere. For some reason, her claws were out at the revelation that Matt and Annabel e had slept together. She tried to stop the
“And then afterwards we can do this again?”
“That’s the rule.”
“Fine.” Her arm shot out to the cordless phone sitting on the bedside table. “Let’s have some dinner so I can play with the little soldier.”
“This is perfect ,” Annabel e exclaimed, marveling over the sample centerpiece Savannah had created.
They’d agreed for Annabel e to come by the shop at ten in the morning in order to approve or ask for a redo of Savannah’s work. Approval seemed to be the conclusion. So far, Annabel e loved everything, including the sketches Savannah had done of the orchids twining around the delicate white birch archway that would serve as the altar.
Annabel e pul ed out her Blackberry and snapped a few photos of the centerpiece, then clicked a couple of buttons. “I’m just sending these to Jeannine. She was happy with the description I gave her, but I’d like to give her a visual so she can suggest changes if she wants.”
As it turned out, the bride agreed with Annabel e’s assessment, quickly texting back PERFECT .
Savannah experienced a burst of pride. She’d worked hard on the arrangement, and she was glad her efforts had been successful. She’d dreaded having to redo the centerpiece, particularly because of the vague details the bride had described. Now she wouldn’t have to.
“Did you order the silk for the head table panels?” Annabel e asked as she tucked her Blackberry into the pocket of her loose brown Capris.
Savannah nodded. “I’m holding on to al the receipts and invoices like you asked.”
“Thanks.” With a faint smile, Annabel e leaned against the counter and added, “So how are things with Matt?”
Her guard instantly shot up. She knew Annabel e was dating Matt’s best friend, and a part of her wondered if Matt had put Annabel e up to this. Was he fishing for information? After his whole date-for-sex trade, she wouldn’t put it past him.
But although she wouldn’t admit it to him, she real y was starting to enjoy their dates. Yesterday they’d gone for lunch at a fish and chips place near the harbor, and when he picked her up after work that evening, they’d seen a new horror movie playing at the Royal, an old-style cinema house near San Diego’s East Vil age.
The talking wasn’t bad either. She loved hearing about Matt’s family and he never ran out of stories to tel about his four older sisters. Apparently they fussed over their baby brother like mother hens. His mother and grandmother sounded sweet as hel , though she could understand why he felt smothered by them sometimes. Who wouldn’t, when your mother insisted on sewing nametags with bright red fabric hearts into every piece of clothing you owned?
But she knew she couldn’t keep letting it happen anymore. Al the dates, the long talks…way too close to relationship territory here, and she knew from past experience just how bad she was at those. Back when she’d actual y cared to find someone to share her life with, she’d only ended up broken-hearted.
Now she knew better, and no matter how much she liked Matt O’Connor, she needed to put some distance between them before anything got too serious.
Sensing Savannah’s hesitation, Annabel e’s smile widened. “He didn’t ask me to ask, I swear. It’s just that we haven’t seen him around the building the past week, so I figured he was hanging out at your place.”
“Yeah, we’ve been hanging out,” she said careful y.
“Does he make you melt in bed every time he cal s you darlin’ ?” Annabel e mimicked Matt’s faint drawl, then laughed. “I just about did.”
Savannah’s eyebrows shot up. “Wait—you slept with Matt?”
Looking sheepish, the other woman nodded. “Yeah.
I figured he’d tel you.”
“Oh. He didn’t.”
The icy jealousy coursing through her veins came out of nowhere. For some reason, her claws were out at the revelation that Matt and Annabel e had slept together. She tried to stop the
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