the guys.
Seconds later Iâd lost Alex altogether, but I could hardly take my eyes off the red rose heâd given me. I still couldnât figure out what his story about Emily had to do with yellow roses, but I did like that fact that heâd called me a Texas girl. No one had ever called me that before. And strangely, it didnât bother me. In fact, it felt pretty goodânearly as good as this rose felt as I lifted it and ran the soft petals across my cheek.
Yep. I was a Texas girl, all right, one who couldnât stop humming. Over the next half hour I went through every song in the Judy Garland catalog, humming with abandon. I hadnât really noticed until a customer pointed it out.
After waiting on a woman ordering flowers for a memorialservice, Marcella decided to take her daughter home for a nap. âWhy donât you put the Out to Lunch sign on the door, Cassia?â she said.
âOh, I donât mind staying here.â My stomach grumbled and Alex laughed.
âIâll make her go to lunch, Marcella,â he said with a twinkle in his eyes.
âIâll bet you will.â Marcella gave him a knowing look, and I felt little butterflies flit through my stomach.
She left with Anna, and Alex turned my way, a pleading look in his eyes. âOkay, so whatâs it gonna be?â
âWhat do you mean?â
âWhat kind of food do you like?â Before I could tell him that Iâd brought my lunchâa Greek salad and loukoumadesâhe snapped his fingers. âIf we had more time I would take you to Moody Gardens. Thereâs a great restaurant there and we could look at the flowers. Ever been?â
âNot yet, but Iâve been dying to go. Sometime when I have a few hours to kill.â Like that would ever happen.
âAgreed. You really need to take your time at Moody Gardens to get the full effect, especially if youâre a flower lover.â He looked my way, those gorgeous eyes now sparkling. âOh, I know. Thereâs a new place a few blocks down thatâs really great. A Greek sandwich shop.â
âSuper-Gyros.â I bit my lip and forced myself not to say anything else.
âYes.â He nodded. âGreat place. I ate there Saturday. The gyro was out of this world, and the baklava . . . Man. Never had anything like it. I could eat a whole tray.â
Mama would love that news, but I couldnât comment. At least not yet.
âHave you tried the place?â he asked. âItâs probably going to be really crowded, but itâll be worth the wait, I promise.â
âOh, um . . . yeah, Iâve tried it.â I shrugged, unsure of what else to say. If I showed up at the Pappas homestead with a fella on my arm, Babbas was sure to grill himâand not on the kitchen stove. This guy didnât stand a chance, Greek or not. Besides, I wasnât ready to let any of my new Rossi-loving friends know about my family. Not yet.
Alex went off on a tangent about the moist lamb on the sandwich heâd eaten Saturday, and I could see Iâd lost him. After a moment I cleared my throat, and he startled back to attention. His gaze met mine and he grinned. âSorry. I love gyros.â
âIâve always been a fan too,â I said. âBut . . .â
âBut?â His lips curled down in a frown. âThereâs a âbutâ?â
âI, um . . . I ate there yesterday.â Brilliant! And I didnât even have to fib.
âAw, man. Okay.â He shrugged. âWeird, though. I didnât think they were open on Sunday. But anyway, you already know how good the food is, and youâre probably not wanting the same thing two days in a row.â
âItâs the best on the island.â I didnât mean to do it, but the little jingle slipped out. Did I really just sing that out loud?
âWow, thatâs cool.â He looked duly impressed
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