it to the third date with any of the guys, and after the fourth one, she kind of gave up. She could hang out by herself; she’d been doing it for years, and she found herself great company. There were times when she didn’t want to be alone, but she dealt with it, and there were times where she didn’t want to do anything but cry and masturbate. Two things that don’t really seem to go together, but when she was in the moment, they really did.
“Busy day today?” Billy came out of the back with his list of things to do. He was a god send for her feelings of security and his help in the shop. The large man didn’t look like he’d do well in a flower shop, but he was actually quite talented with putting arrangements together and setting up delivery.
“It looks like it. Ever since I’ve joined forces with The Devil’s Hornets, business has been looking up.” There was an art to looking like you were feeling good and doing productive things, and she had definitely mastered that. Not that she could use it on a resume unless she was working toward getting an academy award, but it was a skill she could add to her set.
“Jack made sure to tell us all if we needed flowers we had to get them from here. Bossy son of a bitch,” Billy chuckled a bit before he seemed to remember something. “Sorry, Natalie. I didn’t mean to bring him up.”
There were times when she felt like she had turned a corner and was truly over him but then reality slapped her in the face like a club girl in a cat fight, and she knew she was only fooling herself. She was in deep with Jack, and as much as it pained her to think about what would happen if he came running back to her, she couldn’t say she wouldn’t take him back. Pathetic. She guessed it was a good thing she wasn’t going to have to worry about that because he wasn’t coming back. That was apparent. That dream should be packed up and shipped out already, but her dumb heart was hanging on to the bastard.
“Since we’re on the topic of him though, you got an order yesterday. Along with the order was a request that you deliver it personally.” Billy never asked her to go on deliveries, and she thought it was because he knew she was fearful of who would request something like that. With what had happened to her in the past few weeks, she had turned from a carefree, slightly adventurous woman to a frightened one hoping she wouldn’t get killed every other minute.
“I don’t usually do deliveries.” She tried to keep the tone light, but she wondered about Billy’s intuitive skills. Maybe they weren’t as good as she thought they were.
“I know you don’t, but this order came from Jack’s mom. She’s in the hospital and wanted some Gerbera Daisies for her room.” Billy was quiet, and her mind spun out. Jack would be devastated with his mother in the hospital. He’d told her the reasons why he was even with the Devil’s Hornet’s in the first place, and the biggest one was his mother. She wondered if her son would be there or if she just wanted to see a friendly face. It wasn’t like she’d talked with the woman for more than 5 minutes, even though technically they stayed in the same house.
“How’s his mother doing?” Natalie asked, wondering what she was going to encounter when she got to the hospital.
“Ms. Storm is doing really well. They hope she’ll be able to get out of rehab really soon. She had a heart attack and a small stroke, but that woman is a fighter. I have no doubt she’ll be up and running in no time.” Billy’s voice was happy and positive when he talked about the woman. She could tell the woman had made a great impression on him. That was a great thing, but that still didn’t tell her why she wanted to have a talk with her.
“How’s he doing?” Natalie said quietly before she looked at Billy. Because he was somewhat of an observer, it was easier to get more out of his facial expression and