Page 32 of My Sweetest Agony
She glances at me out of the corner of her eye. “What’s gotten into you today?”
Shit.
Here I thought I was doing a pretty decent job at hiding my frustration all day. Maybe the fact that I’ve been here since dawn and only ran out briefly to grab us dinner—and stop by my house for reasons—is finally getting to me. Or maybe it’s what I found when I stepped through that door.
Either way, I am not in the mood to have Marlo grill me about it tonight. Not when we still have hours of work to do and have to get up early tomorrow to deliver everything to the church and reception venue.
I do my best to appear relaxed as I offer a smile. “Nothing.”
“Really?” One of her blond brows rises. “Because you seem a little off; you have been all week.”
I press my lips together to keep from unloading on her because I know what she’s going to say, and I really don’t want to hear it. Again.
But the longer we work, only the sound of the music being piped over the speakers filling the silence between us since the shop is closed, the harder it becomes for me to keep it in.
Because it is bothering me.
Eating away at me like pests do these flowers.
A growing annoyance, and if I’m honest with myself, hurt, too.
It’s kept me awake at night all week, more than the fact that Drew’s side of the bed is empty. This simmering need to understand what happened between them. A hammering desire to understand Cam and maybe get some answers to the secrets both he and Drew were keeping.
It might give me some closure on this whole thing.
And I might not lie awake in bed at night, wondering why Drew lied. Why he died instead of staying there with me, where he should have been…
“Okay, fine.” An annoyed sigh slips from my mouth. “He was there again today.”
Marlo’s hand freezes, and she slowly sets down the bundle of roses and turns to face me. “That’s every day this week?”
I bite my lip and nod.
Every single day since he came to see me at the shop on Saturday.
Marlo’s eyes widen, the little flecks of gold in her hazel irises glittering under the lights with her curiosity and interest. “What did he leave you this time?”
My cheeks heat for some reason under her scrutiny, even though they shouldn’t.
He’s never left anything inappropriate.
Never overstayed his welcome or overstepped in any way.
The photos, trinkets, and stories he has left for me over this week have given me so much insight into him, Drew, and their relationship when they were growing up.
But they’ve also left so many more questions.
“More notes…and pad thai from Baan Thai.”
Her jaw drops. “He nailed it. Again!”
I nod and wipe my hands on my apron as I go over to the corner of our workspace where the lockers are, pull out my purse, and dig around, then bring the stack over to show her. I don’t even know why I brought them with me to the shop tonight.
Maybe because I knew I’d eventually break down and talk to Marlo about it…
“Four days in a row and four of your favorite meals from your favorite restaurants…” She continues gaping. “Do you think it’s the twin-telepathy thing? Do you think he knew every time Drew ordered you dinner?”
I slap at her shoulder as I hand her the photos. “Stop it.”
