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to deliver these?”
    Needing more time to figure out how to fix this, he glanced at a corkboard and saw a set of keys under a label that read Delivery Van Keys . He snatched them off the hook. “I drive.”
    “That’s right. You think I’m a bad driver.”
    “My insurance company thinks you’re a bad driver. And when my insurance provider talks, I listen. Let’s go.”
    “Now who’s sassy?”
    Her answer made him laugh, but he caught himself. If her hesitancy around him had anything to do with that old prom invitation, this was not a laughing matter. They’d have to have a conversation about it eventually, and it would be awkward for both of them.
    Damn.

    D evon’s laughter hit Isabelle like a punch in the heart. She hadn’t seen him laugh since before he left for the Marines. He hadn’t even laughed at his brothers’ weddings. The pleasure of it was nearly unbearable. Then serious Devon had returned, confusing her. So she pointed at the arrangements they needed to deliver. “We’d better get going.”
    They loaded the flowers into the van and, though it felt odd, she slid onto the passenger’s seat while he got behind the wheel.
    “So all of these go to McDermott’s?”
    “Yes.” With the pleasure of his laughter still shivering through her bloodstream, and the confusion of him becoming so serious now, she wasn’t really sure of what to say, how to handle this. So they drove down the street in silence.
    When they pulled up to the back door of McDermott’s Funeral Home, Barbara Beth Rush, proprietor, opened the steel double doors. Tall and blonde, with big hair and an even bigger smile, she laughed at Devon who carried in a huge arrangement, a glorious bouquet of lilies and roses that had to weigh a hundred pounds.
    “What are you doing playing delivery boy…and look at you!” She gasped. “You’re in jeans. Where’s your suit?” She turned to Isabelle. “What have you done to the real Devon?”
    A weird feeling cartwheeled through Isabelle as normally overly playful Barbara Beth connected her and Devon as casually as if they belonged together.
    “It wasn’t me. He changed before he came to the flower shop to check on me.”
    Barbara Beth turned to Devon. “You checked up on her?”
    “I bought the florist from her parents,” he said from behind the big red and white bouquet. “Can we get this to where it needs to go? It’s heavy.”
    Barbara Beth scurried to open a second door. “Sure. Sorry. I was just so flabbergasted to see you in jeans that it threw me.”
    “I know your boss,” Devon said, again speaking through the roses and lilies as Barbara Beth directed him through the door. “I can have a word with her about your behavior.”
    “Are you kidding? Ellie’s a peach. She’d never fire me. Or yell at me.” She peeked at Isabelle. “Remember that, Izzy. Good bosses don’t yell.”
    Isabelle smiled. But Devon snorted. “Don’t put ideas in her head. She already bosses me around.”
    Barbara Beth’s eyebrows rose. “Really?”
    Devon set the bouquet on the floor. Isabelle walked her arrangement over and set it down beside his. “Go get the mums and daisies.” She pressed a finger to her lips, thinking. “I have a really great idea for how to position these so they’re pretty.”
    Devon tapped Barbara Beth’s arm. “See? She bosses me.”
    He left, and Barbara Beth turned to Isabelle. “How the hell did you get him in jeans?”
    Focused on the flowers, Isabelle shrugged. “I told you. When he arrived at Buds and Blossoms he was in jeans.”
    “But he’s helping you?”
    “I need help.”
    “Izzy, you’re not getting what I’m telling you.”
    She glanced over at Barbara Beth. “What are you telling me?”
    “The man never does anything outside his schedule.” She bumped her hip against Isabelle’s. “I think he likes you.” With that, she turned and headed toward the door. “And I’m going to leave the two of you alone to let nature take its