Page 51 of Bookworm

"Okay, okay," I said, "no need for that look. If you don't know, youcouldjust say so. Sheesh."

"I do know."

"Then what's the problem?"

"Too many questions, Kent," he muttered.

"Sorry," I said. "I wasonly curious."

Bo sighed. "It's a mix of day lilies, roses, and carnations with some zinnia."

I smiled, though he'd already turned away. They weregorgeous, and wow, Bo really knew his stuff.As he moved to a door that I assumed led to the side of the shop, that was where he encountered a problem.

The door was not one you could push or pull. It had a knob that had to be turned.Instead of asking me for help, Bo just stood there, looking at the door a moment as if it would magically open. He couldn'tdoit by himself. One of his hands was full, and the other was injured. As I waited, Botried to switch the arrangement to his injured arm while opening the door, but his wrist gave, and he nearly dropped the vase of flowers.Bogot his good hand back on it just in time. The boom of the door closing echoed in the space.

"What's that noise?" Mrs. Lee called back.

"Nothing," Bo replied.

"No slamming doors. It's bad for business."

"Yes,Halmeoni."

Jumping into action, I jogged over and propped the door open, keeping it from closing with my hip.

Bo lifted a brow. "I thought I told you to watch," he said.

I shrugged. "I did watch, and it was very illuminating.I've graduated to doorstop now."

His face contorted.

"Weren't you going out?" I asked.

Bo shook his head then walkedpast me. I let the door close softly once he was back inside.

We continued like that for a while until all of the arrangements had been loaded into the van.There were a good bit of them. 13 by my count. Each one was more beautiful than the last.

"We're going now,Halmeoni," Bo said.

"See you later, Mrs. Lee," I called out.

The tiny woman dismissed us with a wave, keeping her head down as she filled out paperwork.

Once outside, Bo and I got into the van.

"Want me to drive?" I asked. "Your wrist—"

"I'm good," he said.

"But your bookcussion—"

"First, can you please stop calling it that? And second, it's been 24-48 hours, so like I said. I'm good."

Bo passed me a clipboard.

"Can you enter the first address into the GPS?" he said.

"Yeah, no problem," I said, trying not to grin too much. "Thank you for finally letting me do something."

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