The door opened and in walked Sage, the bride to be. “Just the girl I’m looking for.”
Poppy loved Sage, who reminded her of a female Lucky Charms leprechaun or maybe a wood sprite. She was always happy and always moving.
“What do you need?”
Sage rounded the desk. “It’s not what I need but what you’re going to get.” She took an envelope from her purse and put it into Poppy’s hand. “For your photography services.”
Poppy shook her head. “That’s not how it works in town.”
Sage laughed. “I know how it works. I’ve got a bed and breakfast, a job as Doc’s nurse, and a man who’s going to be waiting at the end of the aisle for me. I’m a lucky girl. I’m just spreading the love.” She hopped onto the corner of Poppy’s desk. “Maybe your family has forgotten how things work. We take care of our own. If you don’t want it for yourself, then put it in your mother’s medication fund.”
A tear slipped from Poppy’s eye. She opened the envelope to find several hundred-dollar bills inside. “It’s too much.” She pressed it toward Sage.
“It’s not enough. Anyone else would charge us a fortune.”
“I don’t want to charge you at all.”
“Take it. Don’t forget I once had a mother. I wished I could have done something…anything…to keep her. I imagine your family is the same. Use it how you see fit. Give your mom a hug for me.”
“I will. I know she would have loved to come to your wedding, but it’s not good to tire her out.”
“We understand. You can take some cake and flowers home to her.”
“She’d like that.” Poppy tucked the envelope inside her desk drawer. Given her father’s distrust of people’s motives and kindness, he’d never let her accept the gift so it was a good thing she was working for it.
“Are you bringing a date?”
Poppy didn’t miss the slide of Sage’s eyes to Mark’s empty desk.
“No, I’m not attending as a guest. This is a job.”
Sage hopped off the desk. “There’s plenty of time for play too. Maybe you should ask Mark.” She lifted her brow.
Poppy curled her nose like she smelled something foul. “No way. He’s not my type.” She hated the lie that rolled so easily from her mouth.
“Really? I always thought you liked him.”
Her memory went back to that kiss, then fast-forwarded to an hour later when her father found her at home and told her that he’d settled the Mark Bancroft issue once and for all. Poppy had been certain he’d shot the poor man until she showed up to work and found him at his desk. Everything had changed since that day. While he was kind and considerate, he treated her as no more or less than an employee.
“No, Mark and I are…” She shook her head. “It would never work out.”
Sage gave her a look that said I don’t believe you, but she didn’t press. “Anything is possible if you want it bad enough.”
“That’s true. Cannon did get you to the altar on Valentine’s Day.”
Sage nearly skipped to the door. “Not yet, but he’s got a high likelihood of success.” She giggled as she walked out the door. Before it shut, Sage popped her head back inside. “You know, the best way to make a man want you is to show interest in another. Luke Mosier will be at the wedding and he doesn’t have a date. Should I sit you next to him?”
Poppy smiled. Luke Mosier was beyond handsome. As one of the newest residents and Aspen Cove’s fire chief, he had all the girls drooling. All except Poppy because she was foolishly in love with a man she could never have.
Was anything really possible? She’d have to move mountains to get her father to accept Mark. Before that could happen, she’d have to get Mark to prove he was a better man than his father. Her father had a strong belief that the apple never fell far from the tree. When Mark’s father was the foreman for the Dawson’s ranch and stole everything her dad had worked so hard to earn, he never let another stranger work his land. That’s how at twenty-eight, Poppy Dawson was stuck living with her parents and chasing a dream that never belonged to her.
Add to that her mother’s debilitating disease, and she’d be lucky if she ever got a date, let alone a husband. Maybe Sage was right. Maybe it wasn’t Poppy who had to prove herself to anyone. Wasn’t it time Mark showed her father he was the man she knew him to be? She shouldn’t have to fight for his place in her life. He should be fighting for her in his life.
She straightened her spine. “You know what? I’d love to sit next to Luke. Please, if it’s not too much trouble, could you place Mark close enough to see me, but too far to engage?”
Sage let out a hoot that could be heard down the street. “You got it. This is going to be fun.”
Poppy packed up her desk and set the phones to transfer to Mark’s cell. “Yes, as long as no one gets shot.” She put the envelope into her purse and took her jacket from the coat rack in the corner.
“You taking off early?”
Poppy walked to the door. “Yes. If I’m going to catch a fireman, I have to turn up the sizzle.”
The women walked out the door and Poppy locked up.
“Do you really want to catch a fireman?”
“Of course not, but Mark doesn’t know that.”
Sage gave her a hug. “I knew you had it in you!”
They walked side by side until Poppy reached her truck. It was a beat-up old thing that used to belong to the ranch. The door creaked open, and she tossed her purse on the seat.
“The question is, does Mark have it in him? The bigger question is will he take the bait?”
“Something tells me he might.”
It took Poppy several pumps to the gas pedal and two turns of the key for the engine to cough to life. She drove out of town on her way home. Never in a hundred lifetimes would she think she and Mark could be possible, but Sage had said it herself. Anything was possible if you wanted it badly enough. There were several things she wanted in this life. One was for her mother to get healthy. Given her diagnosis of ALS that would never happen. Two was to be able to pursue her dream of photography. Now that the Guild Creative Center was a reality, she still had a whisper of a dream that she’d one day have a studio there—a place where she could show off her photographs. The last thing she truly wanted was Mark. Everything seemed like a pie-in-the-sky dream, but hey, a girl could dream.
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