Truly (New York 1)
“Gardening. That’s what I do for Cecily and Sam—I guess you didn’t see their menu, but a lot of the produce at the restaurant comes from a garden up on their roof. I’m in charge of the garden.”
“And their bees.”
“Right.”
“So when you said, ‘Best honey in New York’ …”
“I was bragging. That was spring honey from the hives on their roof.”
“Your honey.”
“My honey.”
“I think I would like some wine after all,” she said, and he grinned. Which just made her want the wine even more.
He was a farmer. In New York City. It figured, didn’t it? Only May would leave Wisconsin behind, move to New Jersey, stumble her way into a total life meltdown, and then pick a Wisconsin bee farmer to go home with.
A Wisconsin bee farmer who looked like a male model in disguise.
And didn’t want to get in her pants.
He got up to pour her a glass just as his phone began to ring from the countertop where he had left it. “Why don’t you get that?” he asked. “It’s probably for you.”
May retrieved the phone. “Hello?”
“May! It’s Anya! Are you okay? What’s going on?”
“I’m all right. Thanks for calling back.”
“We were worried about you! I saw the video—oh my goodness!”
“Yeah.” She heard music blaring in the background. “Where are you?”
“We’re all in Green Bay for Teeny’s bachelorette. I didn’t see your message until right now.”
“That’s okay. I was … I lost my purse, and I can’t get in touch with Allie or my parents because they’re at the cabin.”
“That sucks! And you and Dan …”
“We broke up.”
“Oh, May. Oh no.” The background noise died down. Anya must have decided she needed to take the conversation somewhere more private. “I guess you were mad at him. For that proposal.”
“I guess I was.”
“So you just …”
“Yeah.”
“When?”
“This afternoon.”
“Honey, I’m so sorry. Maybe if you take a breather, he’ll pull his head out of his ass. I know you guys are meant to be together. I mean, how long has it been?”
“Four years.”
“And this whole year long-distance from Wisconsin to New Jersey—you guys did so well. I thought you were totally back on track.”