Page 57 of Wild For You
“Do you have an online store?” I asked.
“Yes!” she said, handing me a business card with a web address listed along the bottom. “It’s a bit different from a normal online store. I have an assistant who only posts what we have in stock. That way we’re not ordering items in bulk.”
“That’s smart. I have a few people in Nashville who would be interested in a place like this.” Some of my ex-coworkers would be thrilled to have someone whip up a few outfits for them, instead of having to shop for themselves. We worked long hours, and most of the time, the last thing we wanted to do was spend our free time digging through clothing racks.
Of course, my time now would be filled with trying to find another job. And who would want to hire a physical therapist who was pregnant?
Would I even be able to do the work while carrying a baby inside me?
“Oh, is that where you’re from?” Nicole asked, snapping me out of my spiraling thoughts.
“It is.” From outside the large pane windows, I saw Andrew approach the store, and somehow, just the sight of him made my worrying instantly calm. “Thank you again, Nicole.”
“You’re welcome!” she chirped with a smile.
Marisol started to follow me out the door, waving to her daughters as the bell over the door chimed, bringing their attention our way. But she ended up returning to the fitting rooms when they shouted that she had to see something Aspen was trying on.
While Nate popped inside the boutique to check on his wife, Andrew was busy looking down at his phone with furrowed brows. A vein along his temple pulsed, and his jaw ticked at whatever he was reading.
“Hey,” I said as I nudged him with my shoulder.
“Oh, hey. You’re done?” he asked, seeming shocked to see me. “I was just popping in to check on you.”
I shook my head as I chortled. “Andrew, I was in there for three hours. That was more than enough torture for one day.”
Smiling, he reached over and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Was it really that bad?”
“No, it was really nice, actually. Your sisters have a sick sense of humor. They made me put on so many fluffy ballgowns I was afraid I’d float away like a tumbleweed in a stiff breeze.”
“Now that’s a sight I wish I hadn’t missed,” he said, just as Rory darted out of the store with a bag of her own.
“Don’t worry. I took some pictures,” she assured him with an evil grin.
“You did not!” I exclaimed, stepping away from Andrew and staring down my friend, who I had seen so little of since I’d been living in Ashfield.
“So, you two are getting along?” she asked, eyeing her brother.
The last time Rory had seen the two of us together was the day I arrived at her old house. He’d been a complete ass, and I would’ve been happy to be anywhere else at the time. Since that day, my best friend had been traveling with her husband, Talon, as he sought new locations for the well-known hotel chain owned by his family. Her skin held a sun-kissed glow, so I was sure they spent some time in his hometown of Miami, where the two of them met.
“Obviously, seeing as I asked her to be my plus-one for the wedding,” Andrew answered, and her eyes narrowed at her brother. I wasn’t too oblivious to miss the sibling stare battle that was happening.
“He’s been a perfect gentleman, Rory,” I assured her, elbowing Andrew in the ribs, but he only chuckled.
“Hm. Well, do you mind if I steal my bestie for a little bit? I want to catch up, and talking on the phone or over text messages just isn’t cutting it.” Rory reached over and looped her arm through mine.
“Sure, I can drive myself back home if you want to bring her to the house,” he replied, looking at me, his eyes asking if I would be okay with that. I gave him a small nod.
“Should you be driving?” Rory asked, as their sisters filed out of the store, followed by Marisol.
“Yes, actually. It’s been four weeks, and I’m doing better.”
“Okay, I can bring her home. Oh, maybe we can go see that new rom-com that has Devyn Dane in it. He is so dreamy,” she said wistfully.
“Careful or I’ll tell Talon,” Andrew joked, and his sister laughed.
“Like he doesn’t already know that I’m obsessed. Pretty sure every woman has a thing for him, since he did that spread inGQ.” She turned her head toward me and stage-whispered, “Abs fordays.”
When I looked back at Andrew, he narrowed his eyes at me, silently asking if this was true. I nodded, because truly, Devyn Dane was a gorgeous man. Though, in my opinion, Andrew was hotter, but I wasn’t about to tell my best friend that.
