Page 95 of This Moment

I nodded and took a drink of my coffee. “I do.”

“That makes it even more fun!” she said as she walked over and adjusted some flowery notepads that were on display.

“So, are you still dating Sean?”

She spun around and nearly knocked me over with the death glare she was sending me. “Hell no!”

I held up my hands in defense. Well, the best I could since I was still holding hot coffee. “Sorry! When did that end?”

Rolling her eyes, Harper replied, “A month ago.”

“You guys dated for a long time, if I remember.”

“Over four years,” she replied.

I let out a whistle. “That’s definitely a long time.”

“Yeah, it was a long, wasted four years. Sean had his own dreams, and they didn’t include me.”

“I’m sorry, Harp.”

She shrugged. “Don’t be. It honestly wasn’t a surprise. We had grown apart the last year.”

“Is his brother Declan still in the Marines?” I asked as I walked over and looked at some kind of purple rose. Can’t say I had ever seen purple roses before.

“He is. I don’t even know when the last time he was home. It’s been at least since I started dating Sean.”

I looked up. “Are you serious?”

She nodded. “Yep.”

“Wow. That’s a long time. I’m really happy for you, Harp. You’ve done a great job with the flower shop.”

She beamed. “Thank you. And welcome home. I hear you made a career change.”

“That I did.”

My phone started to ring, and I pulled it out to see it was Opal. “Excuse me, Harper, while I take this call.” She just waved her hand at me, like go ahead. “Hey, Aunt Opal, I was just heading to the bakery.”

“Kian, is Cadie with you?”

“No, she should be there, at the bakery. She told me she was going in later this morning.”

“She was supposed to be here at ten, but I haven’t heard from her, and I’m getting worried,” Opal said.

I nearly dropped the coffee I was holding as I rushed out of the flower shop. “Have you called her cell?”

“Yes, it goes directly to voicemail.”

“Did you call Mark?”

“What? Why in the world would I call Mark?” Opal asked, confused.

Dropping the coffee into a trash can, I started to run down Main Street, a million scenarios running through my mind. “I’ll call you right back.”

Hitting End, I pulled up my brother’s number and hit it.

“Hello?”

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