The following day, a kid who looks like he is barely old enough to drive shows up in the floral shop. It’s too early for prom and too late for a winter formal.

“May I help you?” I ask, waiting for him to ask me to pick out a bouquet for him for his girlfriend.

“I have this box for you but you need to sign for it.”

“Oh okay,” I nod. He’s a messenger. I look outside. There’s no FedEx or UPS truck out there, and he’s definitely not from the US Postal service. For a second, my heart drops to my stomach. What if this is something from Cal?

“Can you wait here for a second while I open it?” I ask. And then realize that if this is a bomb, then it would be all my fault that he would die along with me.

Luckily, it’s not. Inside the package, I find an invitation that has been carved into a thin piece of birch tree. It’s about cardboard-thickness and, at the top, there are L + K with a heart around them.

“Can I go now?” the kid asks me. I had forgotten that he was still here! I give him a small tip and he leaves.

I pick up Liam and Kora’s wedding invitation. I guess Dolly was right. I did make an impression. The wedding is in a month, and I have to let them know my decision as soon as possible. What is my decision?

If I go to the wedding, then I’ll definitely see Logan there, and that’s not necessarily a bad thing. We have texted a lot over the last few days, but it never really went further than that. He didn’t ask me out again, and I didn’t initiate anything either. Texting is the safe thing to do. I don’t have to see his beautiful eyes. I don’t have to say no in person, and if he asks me out again, it’s easier to say no in a text.

I hear a little ring. Someone opens the door to the shop. I put the invitation away and gather my thoughts. I can’t just obsess over Logan all the time. I have a job to do here.

“Logan?” I ask.

He stands before me, looking straight into my soul.

“Hi,” he says, coming closer. He looks down at his feet and then back at me. I find this display of vulnerability utterly charming.

“I thought I’d give texting a rest for a bit,” he announces. I nod. I look him up and down. He’s dressed in a pair of tight light blue shorts that accentuate the tightness of his perfect butt. The lightweight, loose, button-down shirt is buttoned only half way down his chest, exposing his hard, tan pectoral muscles. I’m not sure how he looks hotter – in a suit or in flip-flops. Both are very easy on the eyes.

“So this is where you work?” he asks, looking around. “It’s beautiful.”

I smile and clear my throat.

“Well, you know. They’re flowers. It’s their job to be beautiful,” I say.

“Hmm…I don’t know. I’m not sure it’s a job if they can do it so naturally.”

Our eyes meet. After a moment of silence, we both crack a smile. I walk around the counter.

“Want the grand tour?”

“Of course.”

“Roses are over there. Baby’s breath here. Tulips in the back. This is where I make centerpieces. And this,” I turn to the counter. “This is where the customers pay me.”

He continues to smile. The grin on his face is warm and inviting, and it’s all I can do to not run into his arms and press my lips onto his.

“It’s nice to see you again,” he whispers. “I’ve missed you.”

He takes a step forward until we’re close enough to kiss. For a moment, we don’t touch. It feels like the longest moment of anticipation. And then he takes my hand in his.

“It’s nice to see you again,” I manage.

“I wanted to come see you…well, I wanted to see you. But I also wanted to tell you that I’m going to be out of communication for a bit. It’s a work thing.”

“Okay,” I nod.

“And I also wanted to ask you to be my date to my brother’s wedding.”

He touches the tips of my hair, plays with it haphazardly. I wonder how long we’re going to stand here before he kisses me. I’m having trouble focusing on anything he’s saying.

“What?” I ask, when I finally register that he’s talking about taking me to the wedding.

“I want you to be my plus one,” he says, looking into my eyes. They look like they’re made of crystal – I can see my reflection in them.

“I got my own invitation,” I say.

“What?’

“I just got it today. Liam and Kora invited me.”

“Oh great. So you don’t want to go with me?”

“That’s not what I said.”

He takes another step forward. I didn’t think that it would be possible, but somehow he manages to get even closer to me – without kissing me.

“I’m just saying that I don’t have go as your plus one.”

“I never said you did. I just wanted you to know that I wanted you to.”

Why does he have to be so charming? And hot? A few strands of hair fall into his eyes. And suddenly, I can’t help myself. I reach out and brush it away. The next thing I know, we’re kissing. It’s me who makes the first move. I pull his neck closer to me. I stand up on my tiptoes and bring my lips to his. He reciprocates right away.

He pushes me against the counter, wrapping his strong hands around my waist. After pulling me up a little closer to him, and moving my hair off my shoulders, he runs his tongue down my neck.

“Go to the wedding with me,” he whispers into my ear in between the kisses.

“I don’t know,” I whisper.

“Why?”

“It’ll just be our second date. I can’t go away with you for the weekend, to your brother’s wedding for our second date.”

“Why?” he kisses my collarbones and buries his head in my cleavage.

“Because…because,” I tilt my head and moan. I can’t focus. Words don’t make any sense to me anymore. I just want to rip off his clothes and for him to rip off mine.

“Because it doesn’t seem right,” I manage to finish a thought.

He lifts his head from my cleavage and bats his eyelashes at me. I roll my eyes. He lifts me up and sits me down on the counter. He spreads my legs with his hard body, resting his hands around my waist.

“Our first date was at their engagement party. What’s more appropriate than having our second date at their wedding?”

I think about that for a moment. Of course, I want to go with him. I want to see him again, more than anything. Still, the Sadie factor is still weighing heavily on my mind. I don’t want to bring her up. There’s no other news. There’s no way to know anything until the baby is born, and that’s not going to be for a long time.

“Okay,” I finally cave. His eyes light up, “but only because Kora and Liam invited me directly.”

He kisses me again. He tastes like salty peanuts. When he pulls away, I pull him closer. We continue to kiss until his lips spread into a wide grin and don’t close again.

“What?” I ask, sort of kissing his teeth. “What’s so funny?”

“So, let me get this straight, you don’t want to go as my date to the wedding?”

“That’s not what I said.”

“You should let me know, because I’m taking my plane to Tulum. And if you’re going as my date, you’re more than welcome to come with.”

A private plane! I’ve never been on a private plane before. My heart skips a beat.

“But if you don’t, I’d be more than happy to recommend a cab company that can pick you up from the airport after you fly coach.”

I roll my eyes. “You think you’re so charming,” I say.

“Yes, yes, I do,” he shrugs. I playfully push him away, but he doesn’t budge an inch. Instead, he presses himself closer to me, and we lose ourselves in another passionate kiss.