Page 30 of My Sweetest Agony

“What are we gonna do with all the lilies we already ordered that are coming in?”

“We’ll figure it out, Marlo. Stop worrying.”

“Okay.” She reluctantly acquiesces. “And yes, I did talk to the distributor, and they said they can get the additional roses here, but not until Friday.”

“Shit.” I stand and turn to glance at the calendar hanging on the side of the fridge. “So, we’ll have to do it all Friday afternoon and evening.”

“Yep.”

I groan. “Well, I guess it’s not like I do anything else on Friday nights.”

Marlo snorts. “Well, some of us do, so I’ll be expecting overtime.”

“Shut up.”

She laughs. “Or at the very least, you owe me dinner. We’ll order in while we work.”

“Speaking of which…” My eyes drift to the fridge. “He was here again today.”

“Who?”

I make my way back to the office. “Who do you think?”

Marlo gasps. “Cam?”

“Yep. And get this, he replaced my burnt-out porch light and left me dinner.”

“He cooked?”

I laugh as I settle onto the couch. “No. He left me Dante & Luigi’s.”

“Really?”

“Yep. Eggplant parm.”

Another exaggerated gasp floats through the line. “With the side of baked rigatoni?”

“Yep.”

“How did he know?”

I release a flustered sigh, dropping my head back on the couch to stare at the ceiling. “I’m not sure. Maybe Drew told him, but…”

“Did you two go to Dante & Luigi’s before they had their big fight or whatever? When they were still talking?”

“I don’t know. I’ve been trying to remember that since I walked in the door and saw it, but I really can’t remember. And somehow, he knew.”

“Well…” Marlo’s voice softens. “That’s actually really sweet of him.”

“It is.” And it shows he isn’t the heartless monster Drew made him out to be whenever I tried to bring up the topic. “He also left me a stack of photos and a few other things I’m still going through with little Post-its explaining what they are. Pictures of Drew, him…” I lift my head and scan the coffee table, snagging a plaque. “This one looks like some sort of award Drew won for a science fair in eighth grade.”

Marlo laughs. “That sounds like Drew.”

I smile, the tears starting to well in my eyes. “It does.”

“And that’s also very sweet of him to do that for you. To give you those memories.”

“It really is.”