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good?”
    She took a long breath, surprised at how much his apology had meant to her. “We’re good.”
    He smiled. “Thanks.”
    Oh, man. Did he have to say thanks? The sweetness of his apology coupled with the sincerity swelled her heart so much she thought it might explode. She didn’t just like the guy she dreamed him to be. The real Devon Donovan was a hundred times nicer.
    They finished cleanup. He made sure she got to her car safely, even though she’d been walking the alley behind Buds and Blossoms for decades.
    She pressed the button to unlock her car door, but before she could open it, he did it for her.
    First an apology. Now a perfect gentleman. If he didn’t stop being so sweet, she was absolutely going to drool on him. She smiled and said, “Thanks.”
    “For helping you?” He glanced away then looked at her again. “I like to take care of my own.”
    The way he said “my own” sent an arrow to her heart. As if Cupid himself had been waiting for the moment, her crush morphed again. She really was talking to Devon Donovan. He really was standing by her car door with her. She really did like him. The real him. Not the guy she’d made up in her imagination.
    He quietly said, “Good night.”
    In the silence of the dark alley, her heart thundered. Their hands were millimeters apart on the car door. Six inches separated their bodies. He was tall enough that she had to look up and he had to look down, and that somehow that put their faces into a proximity that made her heart beat even harder.
    But he pulled away. He tapped her Hyundai fender twice as he took two steps backward. “See you tomorrow.”
    She nodded. “Yeah. Tomorrow.”
    Then he turned and walked to his Porsche and Isabelle slid into her car. She started it, and, waiting for it to warm up, she pulled out her cell phone and called Piper.
    “You know how we had that little chat this morning about me working for Devon?”
    “Yes.”
    “Call Ellie and meet me at Petie’s Pub. I need some advice.”
    “We gave you advice.”
    “Yeah, well, there’s a new wrinkle.” She sucked in a breath and decided to just go for it. “I like him. I always have.”
    “Like him?”
    “As in I have a crush on him the size of Ohio and I’d like a shot with him.”
    Piper laughed. “No kidding.”
    “He helped me deliver flowers this evening and I made him laugh.”
    “You made him laugh? Devon actually laughed with you?”
    “Yes. A couple of times.”
    “Ellie and I will be at Petie’s in ten minutes.”

    A fter Isabelle explained her day with Devon, Ellie sat back with a sigh. “He isn’t going to want this.”
    The jukebox played a sad country song, but wasn’t so loud that anyone had to shout to be heard. Wednesdays were Jenny Forsythe’s night to serve drinks and she easily handled the crowd of rowdy guys sitting at the bar, as well as the two guys playing pool.
    Piper patted Isabelle’s hand. “She’s right. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t make a move. He needs this.”
    Ellie shook her head. “Yeah, but he’s been taking care of the family so long that I think he sees anything out of the realm of that job as being frivolous.”
    The door of Petie’s Pub opened and Barbara Beth rushed in. She scrambled over to the table and sat by Ellie. “What did I miss?”
    “Belle likes Devon.”
    Not at all fazed by the change of name, Barbara Beth said, “I knew it.”
    “Yeah, well, trying to put the moves on somebody I’m working with isn’t going to be easy.”
    Barbara Beth laughed. “Or maybe all that time together will make it easier.”
    “I feel like I need a plan.”
    Piper shook her head. “You can’t have a plan. You either feel something for each other or you don’t.”
    Ellie agreed. “That’s true.”
    Isabelle sighed. “Okay, how about this? I think I need a makeover.”
    Former beautician Barbara Beth reached across the table and caught a lock of Isabelle’s long, straight red hair. “You could use a