ROMANCE: The Summer Nanny (A Sweet & Clean Romance Novella) (Women's Adventure in Alaska Romance Book 2)

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ROMANCE: The Summer Nanny (A Sweet & Clean Romance Novella) (Women's Adventure in Alaska Romance Book 2) Page 16

by Renee Hart


  Jessica didn’t get to finish her sentence. Alfie had wrapped his arms around her and stopped her with a gentle kiss.

  “Which would you prefer then?” Alfie asked when he pulled away. He still had her in his arms. Lydia was giggling and covering her eyes.

  “I don’t know. A play where no one goes crazy and the couple gets together in the end?”

  “Like As You Like It?”

  “Is there a happy ending?” Jessica asked and gave Alfie a quick kiss on his lips.

  “I have no idea. But I’m pretty sure someone gets together in the end. I guess we’re gonna have to read it together and find out,” he said, returning the kiss.

  “Oh yeah? Well…I guess I can live with that.”

  THE END

  The second book in the Flower Shop Romance Series follows!

  Wherever Love Takes Me

  A Sweet Contemporary Romance Novella

  Flower Shop Romance Book Four

  MARISA LOGAN

  Flower Shop Romance Series:

  One: Any Blooming Thing

  Two: Wherever Love Takes Me

  Three: Crazy Sweet Love

  Four: Trusting Your Heart

  These are all standalone stories with no cliffhangers, you can read in order or individually. Look for them on Amazon.com.

  Book Description

  You might think Chleo Antonia Matthews has it all. She's beautiful, smart, hilarious, with skin the color of rich coffee, and the friendliest face.

  She's also the successful young co-owner of Any Blooming Thing, a flower shop in the city.

  When she catches the bouquet at her best friend's wedding she realizes that something is missing. She has no one to share her life with. That is, until shop manager Petey convinces her to take a little ragamuffin with bright yellow eyes.

  When she takes her new pet to see a handsome veterinarian, Dr. Arjun Vaswani, sparks fly in an unexpected way.

  This stand alone story is the second installment in the Flower Shop Romance series.

  Chapter 1

  ‘I caught the bouquet. Of course I caught the damn bouquet,’ Chleo thought to herself. She was grinning like an idiot. There was genuine happiness within her, but now she was on the spot because she had a bouquet of coral roses, white lilies, and a single large sunflower in her hand. Everyone was cheering around her.

  She glared through her smile at her best friend, Jessica. Jessica’s curly red hair was tied in a beautiful bun, with 2 curls floating by her face. She had on a small tiara, a long mermaid gown with long sleeves made from lace, and a devilish grin of her own. She pointed at Chleo with both pointers and gave her a silly look. She had meant for Chleo to catch the bouquet.

  Jessica’s husband, Alfred Reynolds, shimmied over to Chleo and snickered in her ear.

  “Looks like you have to at least entertain the thought of going out on a date,” Alfie said. He nudged her with his elbow and she rolled her eyes at him.

  “I don’t talk to conspirators or their new wives,” Chleo giggled through gritted teeth. Alfie laughed and walked back over to Jessica. He passed his daughter on the way and ruffled her hair.

  Chleo had been having an amazing day. Her best friend had gotten married to someone she had loved from afar since their high school days. They met again just 2 years prior, and rekindled something that never really started when they were teenagers. Alfie and Jessica fell in love with each other instantly, and Jessica loved Alfie’s daughter Lydia.

  Chleo was happy that her best friend was happy. She knew she was the maid of honor, she knew that she would have a hilarious toast to make later on in the evening, and then she’d watch the two love birds [and their baby bird] leave for their 3 week long honeymoon in the Hamptons.

  It wasn’t until she saw Alfie play with Lydia’s hair did Chleo feel that strange pang in her heart. It was the feeling that something was missing. She didn’t really acknowledge that feeling until that very moment when there was a bouquet in her hand and people were clapping around her and throwing rice at the happy couple. The world seemed to move in slow motion at that very moment, and through all of her happiness, Chleo felt alone.

  ***

  “Are you sure you can handle everything?” it was 2 days after the wedding. Jessica, Alfie, and Lydia were heading out of town. It was a pretty far drive away from the Hamptons, and Jessica liked to worry. Chleo was usually the mama bear, but since Jessica was now a step mom, she spent her time worrying about everybody and everything.

  “It’s 3 weeks, and there’s no nuclear war that I’m aware of, so I think I’ll be fine,” Chleo said. She had a can of diet Dr. Pepper in her hand. She brought the straw she had in the can closer to her with her lips and took a sip.

  “Well, Donald Trump is running for president…so that nuclear war might come sooner than you think,” Jessica pointed out.

  Chleo was still taking a sip of her drink when her eyes widened. She would have laughed, but that would have made her choke.

  “Good point,” she said when she finally came up for air. “Why are you still here?!”

  “I just wanted to make sure that you and Petey would be ok without me.”

  “I know we’ve been best friends for like 17 years, but have a little more faith in me,” Chleo said, feigning being hurt. She pouted.

  “I have complete faith in you. But Petey is…” Jessica’s voice trailed off when she looked behind Chleo and into their flower shop, Any Blooming Thing. Petey was their only employee. He started working for them when Jessica got engaged. He meant well, he loved his job, but he was pretty scatter-brained and boy-crazy when he was ready.

  Chleo waved her hands behind her, and then flapped at Jessica to leave. They had known each other long enough for them to have developed their own kind of communication that didn’t involve words. When they were in school together, they looked a lot alike but they had different skin tones. Jessica was pale with freckles and curly ginger hair. She had the iciest blue eyes. She and Chleo were plump in high school, but in their early 20s, Jessica grew taller and lost a lot of her weight. She pierced her nose and straightened her hair and dyed it black. When Alfie came back into the picture, she let her hair grow back out with its natural texture and natural color.

  Chleo was still relatively short with a gorgeous curvy body. Her hair, long and wild, she usually wore out or pulled back with a headband. Her skin was the color of rich coffee. Chleo had the friendliest face, the cutest dimples, and she was one of those people who you couldn’t tell that she could accomplish something. She was the valedictorian at her college, a member of an elite math group, the debate team, and a jazz and tap dancer. She was someone who wanted to try everything at least once in her life, and she had succeeded in everything she had tried thus far.

  “Jess!” Lydia whined from the backseat of the black Rav4 that her father was driving. She looked a lot like her father, with unusual eyes that seemed to dance between grey, green, and blue depending on what she wore, and a friendly smile. The only thing that was different was the fact that Alfie had very light blonde hair and Lydia’s hair was long and brown. It wasn’t quite curly, but it wasn’t straight either. She had hair like her mother, who was still very close with Alfie and had a 2 year old son with her new husband. They lived upstate and Lydia’s mother Kelly was the manager of the second branch of Alfie’s coffee franchise, The Coffee Cup.

  “Ok ok, I’m going,” Jessica said. She gave Chleo a kiss on the cheek and hopped into the passenger side of the Rav4. She wound down the window and pretended to cry dramatically. She waved at Chleo.

  Chleo’s face fell and she pulled out a handkerchief from her pocket. There were people watching, but they didn’t care.

  Chleo wiped fake tears with the handkerchief and began to jog alongside the slow moving SUV.

  “Promise to write to me every day,” Chleo wailed as she reached for Jessica’s hand.

  “Every day, and twice on Sunday,” Jessica wept. She took ahold of Chleo and stared dreamil
y at her.

  “Oh my god,” Lydia grumbled. She just turned 11 and was getting to that age where everything that adults did around her had the potential to be extremely embarrassing. Two grown women play acting beside her was definitely one of those things.

  Lydia sank down into her seat and held up her tablet over her face. Chleo laughed at that and held up her hand. Lydia tried to hide a smile, but she couldn’t. She put up her hand and high-fived Chleo.

  Chleo watched the new family drive down the road and turn the corner. The dull ache of longing seemed to follow her back down the street, and into her flower shop.

  “You guys are so weird, you know?” Petey said when Chleo got back into the store and shut the large red Dutch door behind her.

  “Tell me something I don’t know,” Chleo chuckled.

  “Oh honey, if I do that, it’ll open up a whole can of worms that I’m not sure you’re ready for.”

  Petey looked at her and cocked an eyebrow. He put a stock of hydrangeas in front of his face and bat his lashes. The minute Chleo and Jessica met him they knew he would fit right into their weird little flower family.

  Petey was an oddball, but always managed to bring his drama and his emotions to work with him. His head was shaved at the back and the sides, and the remainder at the top was a bright turquoise and usually tied in a bun. He had thick rimmed glasses [even though his eyesight was perfectly fine], and it was impossible for him to go a day without wearing something black.

  “Did I tell you that Brian called? You know he’s having an affair with our friend Dave, and Dave is married to this girl Connie, and…”

  “Wait, who or what is a Brian, or a Dave, or a Connie?”

  “Remember my ex-boyfriend Tim?” Petey asked patiently. Chleo lied and slowly nodded her head.

  “Well those are all Tim’s friends from college. Brian doesn’t know that Tim knows…but Tim knows everything,” Petey went on and on while arranging flowers and dancing about the store trying to get everything to look perfect. Chleo drowned him out most of the time. She didn’t really like gossip. She much preferred joking around, or learning something.

  “Anyway,” Petey sang when he was finished with the floral arrangements. He moved over to the large windows at the front of Any Blooming Thing and readjusted the large flower pots. They had ferns and overgrown aloe vera in them. “Jess tells me you were the one who caught her bouquet on Saturday.”

  “Ugh, she did that on purpose. She practically aimed it at me,” Chleo whined. Petey shrugged and heaved at another large pot until he thought it was perfectly centered.

  “You know it would be so nice if we actually put pretty flowers in the front instead of just all this green everywhere,” he mumbled half to himself and half to Chleo. “Anyway, I think she did that for a reason! When was the last time you’ve been on a date?”

  “You sound like me from like 3 years ago.”

  Chleo didn’t talk about dating. She had been single for the last two months. She had been dating a saxophonist and wannabe rapper from some trip hop group. She had a weakness for people who could play instruments. It was the one thing she hadn’t been able to master, and it always fascinated her when people could do things that she couldn’t.

  The saxophonist turned out to be a big waste of time. He would always ask her for money or a place to stay, and would emotionally manipulate her into helping him out when he was in trouble. The truth was, Chleo was too nice to the men she dated, and didn’t extend that same kindness and respect to herself. Jessica told her all of that when the relationship with the saxophonist went south. Jessica was also convinced that he had been cheating on Chleo, and that proved to be right when just two weeks after their break up, the saxophonist had moved in with some random bubble blonde.

  Chleo had had enough of shallow one-sided relationships. She wanted to focus on Any Blooming Thing and where she was going in life.

  “Earth to Chleo Antonia Matthews,” Petey said. He had this habit of saying people’s full names when he was exasperated or trying to get their attention.

  “Oh, well I haven’t been on a date in a few months. Not since that guy you met that one time.”

  “I could tell he was a sleazeball the second I saw him. Wait, do you hate him? Because if you hate him, then girl, I hate him too.”

  Chleo couldn’t help but laugh. Petey was so adorably loyal.

  “I don’t hate him per se. I just…don’t care that he exists in the same universe as I do,” Chleo said. They both giggled at that.

  “Listen, you’ll find your Prince Charming one day, and I know I’ll find mine. Hey, oh my goodness, I can’t believe I didn’t think of this. I have a surprise for you!”

  Chleo tilted her head back and pursed her lips. She hated surprises. They always turned out badly where she was concerned. She almost messed up when Alfie was trying to surprise Jessica with a proposal.

  “What?” she said, her words dripping with skepticism. She eyed him.

  “It’s not bad. I promise.”

  Chapter 2

  “Why did I agree to this? Why did I do this? Oh god, stop looking at me,” Chleo squirmed. She was balancing a box in one arm and rummaging in her bag for the keys to her apartment with the other. She stared incredulously into the box. The little creature inside it squeaked and looked back up at her.

  “Oh no. Look at your dumb ugly face. I hate you already,” Chleo said when she made it inside her apartment. She couldn’t believe that Petey was so convincing that he gave her one of the kittens that his cat had. She wasn’t a big fan of animals, especially not cats. But Petey had talked about how sweet the kitten was, and how she would love the company. She regretted the decision with every step she took once the box was handed to her on Tuesday afternoon.

  The little kitten squeaked again. It looked like it had been born less than a week ago. Petey said it was 3 weeks, but Chleo had no idea how to gauge how old little cats were until they turned into “full grown assholes”.

  It was tiny enough to fit in one palm, and it didn’t have proper balance to take too many steps. She hated it. She hated its big curious eyes, and the way it squeaked instead of meowed, she hated its grey fur with darkened stripes, and she hated that its tail puffed out like a majestic feather duster. Most of all, she hated that right now she wanted to name it and give it something warm to drink. She bought a small dropper and special milk on her way home. She had no idea how to take care of cats.

  The little cat stared up at her, and Chleo scowled back. She set the box down on her kitchen counter and turned to lock her apartment door. She was grateful that her space was an open concept. There would be nowhere for the cat to hide.

  She sighed and started to unpack a tin of kitten milk replacement formula.

  “Your eyes are like the moon, little cat.”

  “Mew,” she squeaked in return, watching Chleo intently.

  “Big and bright and yellow. I think I’m gonna call you Luna. I liked Sailor Moon…maybe that’ll make me like you too.”

  The cat said nothing. She raised her nose to the air and sniffed. She recognized the scent of warm milk.

  Chleo heated up some milk in the microwave and used the dropper to feed the little cat. She scratched underneath the cat’s chin and used a finger to rub the top of her head. She was so unbelievably tiny.

  “I guess it’s just you and me big eyed Luna. I’m almost an official cat lady,” Chleo said with a little chuckle. “Five more of you with me in this apartment and that’ll be me giving up hope of ever finding a man.”

  Chleo’s phone buzzed in her purse. She reached inside it and looked at the screen. It was Jessica.

  “Hey lady! Miss me?”

  “It’s literally been a day and a half,” Chleo said, adding more milk to the dropper. She watched Luna lick at the tip of the dropper hungrily.

  “So?” Jessica scoffed. “I wanted to make sure Petey hadn’t burned the store down.”

  “He hasn’t…He did something worse.�


  “Uh oh. What happened?” Jessica said. She braced herself for bad news. She knew if it was really bad, Chleo would have called her to let her know…so that either meant it wasn’t so bad, or it was worse than she thought.

  “He gave me a cat,” Chleo said. She scratched under Luna’s chin and glared at her.

  “What?” Jessica couldn’t contain her laughter. “You hate cats!”

  “I hate animals,” Chleo corrected.

  “Yes, but you especially hate cats. How did he manage to pawn a cat off on you?”

  “He said she needed a good home, and would help me feel less lonely.”

  Chleo had never actually told Jessica that she had been feeling lonely. The line got quiet for a while. Jessica was trying to decide whether to joke about it, or let her friend know that she was always there for her.

  “I’m really sorry, honey. You have me. You’ll always have me. And now, I guess you have a cat child.”

  “A cat child? Jesus,” Chleo groaned. “I named her Luna, and I’m so mad at her for existing.”

  “You sound like you’re in love already. Has she had her shots? Checked her for any bugs or worms?”

  “What? I have no idea. Oh my goodness, I don’t know what I’m doing. Maybe I should give her back,” Chleo said in a panic.

  “Calm down, silly. I remember a friend taking her dog to this really great vet downtown. I’ll find out the number and text you. Gotta go though. My husband is turning our food into charcoal,” Jessica laughed.

  “It’ll be the tastiest charcoal any of you have ever had!” Chleo could hear Alfie call out defensively.

  “Love you! Bye!”

  “Love you too. Hug Alfie and Lyd for me,” Chleo hung up the phone. Luna licked her nose and looked up at Chleo. Chleo took the little box into her bedroom and filled a corner with some old shirts and hand towels. Luna drunkenly staggered over to the clump and got cozy.

 

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