Single by Saturday (The Weekday Brides #4)(36)
Author: Catherine Bybee

“Karen?” Judy yelled from downstairs.

She was just about to switch on the hair dryer when she heard her name called.

“You have a delivery.”

She set the hair dryer aside and walked downstairs with the hairbrush in her hand. “Delivery?”

Judy stood beside a kid in his early twenties wearing a goofy smile and holding a bouquet of two dozen long-stemmed white roses. “Are you Karen?”

Flowers? Really Michael? “I am.”

He offered a shy smile in Judy’s direction and handed the roses to Karen.

“Oh, wow!” Hannah ran down the stairs.

If Michael thought a couple of dozen roses would sway her, he hadn’t been paying attention. “You like ’em?” Karen asked Hannah while she plucked the small envelope from the stems to read later.

“I don’t think I’ve seen that many roses in one vase.”

The delivery boy turned to leave.

“Let me get a tip.”

He waved her off. “It’s all taken care of.”

“Thank you,” she said to the kid.

Before the door could close behind him, Karen turned to Hannah and thrust the roses into the teenager’s hands. “For you.”

Hannah gasped.

Judy said, “Whoa.”

The delivery boy managed, “I haven’t seen that before.”

Karen skipped up the stairs and continued her morning routine.

Thirty minutes later the same delivery boy arrived again, this time with pink roses…again two dozen. Karen plucked the card, shoved the flowers in Judy’s hands, and returned to her room.

When the doorbell rang a third time, Karen called to Janice, who was in the kitchen cooking food to last the family for a week. “Janice? You have a delivery.” White lilies made a wonderful display on Janice’s table.

By noon, Judy was on a first-name basis with Myles, the delivery boy who was apparently driving three towns over to the florist where he worked part-time in the summer. The house smelled like the floral house at the LA County Fair.

“Ms. Karen?” Myles said as he handed her his eleventh delivery that day.

“Yes, Myles?”

“I was kinda hoping to hook up with my friends tonight. But my instructions are to keep delivering flowers until you accept them.” He shuffled his feet. “And I’m running out of gas.”

Karen hid a laugh behind her hand. She glanced at the orchid bouquet she held and buried her nose in them for a sniff. “Well Myles, you can tell your boss that the orchids worked.”

He sighed with relief. “Thank you.”

Three sets of eyes watched her set the orchids next to Sawyer’s chair. She pulled one stem from the bouquet and grinned.

“I think Mike is sorry for whatever he did,” Hannah said.

Janice watched her with narrowed eyes.

“You’re not going to keep any of them, are you?” Judy asked. “You just said that to Myles so he didn’t have to keep coming back.”

Karen pointed the flower in Judy’s direction. “You’re right.”

Hannah puffed out her lower lip. “But why? I think if a boy sent me one bouquet I’d press each flower into a book forever.”

“They’re just flowers, Hannah.”

“Thousands of dollars’ worth of flowers,” Judy pointed out.

Hannah glanced around the room. “Thousands? Really?”

“A dozen roses on their website are a hundred bucks.” Obviously, Judy had used the time between deliveries to look stuff up. “Without delivery.”

It was time to impart some older sister advice to the younger generation. Advice Karen had told more teens than she could count. She dropped into the couch and looked between Judy and Hannah. “Let me tell you how the male brain works. Men think sending flowers to a girl when they’ve done something to make you mad is their get out of jail free card. Lots of girls fall for it. So what does that tell the guy?”

Judy spoke first. “Means he can do whatever he wants and send flowers later and everything is good.”

“Exactly. Apologies are only words until they are backed up with actions.”

“But the flowers are nice,” Hannah argued.

“I don’t care if he sent diamonds. Though let’s face it, diamonds don’t die. It’s still only words until time proves that Michael doesn’t screw up again.”

Karen caught Janice’s smile from the doorway.

“What are you going to do with all the flowers if you don’t keep them?”

A slow smile crept over her face. “Ever heard of the Rose Parade?”

Karen held no guilt sitting on Millie’s bench while licking an ice cream cone. Especially when she realized while on approach to said bench, it already had an occupant.

She made a quick sweep of the area around the bench to see if there was a bag big enough for a change of clothes. Confident that wasn’t the case, Karen tucked in beside Becky with a smile.

“Hey.”

“Hi,” she said, lowering her eyes to the grass at her feet.

“It’s Becky, right?”

The smile on Becky’s face said she was pleased that Karen remembered.

“Yeah. I’m sorry. I don’t remember your name.”

Karen licked her ice cream to keep it from dripping in the hot Utah sun. “Karen. Though everyone in this town calls me Michael’s wife. It’s like I don’t exist without him.” Years of experience at getting kids to talk told her to open up with something personal to make the teen feel like he or she was special.

“Well, everyone here knows about Michael.”

“Honey, I have news for you…everyone everywhere knows about Michael.”

Becky released a small laugh, but the smile on her face didn’t last long.

“It must be hard being married to someone so famous.”

Karen pointed her ice cream in Becky’s direction. “You know what? You’re the first person in Hilton that’s said that. Everyone keeps telling me how lucky I am, or how cool it must be. But you know what? It is hard. We can’t go anywhere without someone taking pictures or poking into our personal life.” Karen offered a not-so-fake laugh. “It’s kinda like being in a small town where everyone knows what’s going on with everyone. But you don’t want every secret out there, so you try really hard to hide them. Eventually all the secrets come out.”

“Some secrets stay hidden.”

Karen thought about Michael. “I guess that’s true. I guess that’s why it’s so important to have close friends…or maybe just one person you can tell your secrets to. Otherwise all those hidden facts clog up inside of you until they burst out in one big ugly mess.”