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her.
    What did it mean?
    Why should it mean anything?
    A kiss was just that. It had just been a product of the moment. Nothing more.
    She readied for bed, trying to convince herself it was nothing more.
    But when a kiss blew right off the spark-o-meter, blasted through the scale, it was hard to describe it as “nothing more.”
    Something else was what it was, she admitted. And she didn’t know what to do about it. That was frustrating because she always knew what to do when it came to men and kisses and sparks. She just knew.
    She climbed into bed telling herself since she’d never be able to sleep, she’d just lie there in the dark until she came up with a solution.
    And she dropped away in seconds, pushed off the edge by sheer exhaustion.

CHAPTER FIVE
    E MMA GOT THROUGH THE SUNDAY EVENT AND HER MONDAY consults and adjusted the arrangements for some upcoming events due to changes of bridal minds.
    She canceled two dates with two perfectly nice men she now had no desire to spend evenings with. She filled those evenings by doing inventory and ordering ribbons, pins, containers, forms.
    And wondering if she should call Jack and make some light, breezy comment about the kiss—or pretend it never happened.
    She alternated between the top options and a third, which involved going over to his house and jumping him. So she ended up doing nothing but tying herself into knots over it.
    Annoyed with herself, she arrived early for a scheduled afternoon staff meeting. She cut through Laurel’s kitchen, where her friend was arranging a plate of cookies beside a small fruit and cheese platter.
    “I’m out of Diet Coke,” Emma announced and opened the fridge to take one. “I’m out of almost everything because I keep forgetting my car battery is dead as disco.”
    “Did you call the garage?”
    “That, at least, I remembered to do about ten minutes ago. When I confessed—under expert interrogation by the guy—that I’ve owned the car for four years, have never taken it in for a tune-up, couldn’t remember exactly the last time, if ever, I’ve had the oil changed or some computer chip check job thing and other car business I don’t remember now, he said he’d have it picked up, taken in.”
    Pouting a little, she popped the top and drank straight from the can. “I sort of felt as if I’d been holding my car hostage and he’s releasing it. He made me feel like even more of an idiot than Jack did. I want a cookie.”
    “Help yourself.”
    Emma picked one up.
    “Now I’m going to be without a car until he decides to give it back. If he does, and I’m not entirely sure he intends to.”
    “You’ve been without a car for over a week because your battery’s dead.”
    “True, but I had the illusion of a car because it was sitting there. I guess I need to take the van and go to the grocery store, and the zillion other places I’ve put off going. I’m actually afraid to, as it occurred to me I’ve had the van for a year more than the car. It may rebel next.”
    Laurel tossed some pretty pastel mints on the cookie tray. “I know it’s a crazy idea, but maybe once you get your car back, you can have the garage service the van.”
    Emma nibbled at the cookie. “The car guy tossed that idea in the hat. I need consolation. How about dinner and movie night?”
    “Don’t you have a date?”
    “I canceled. I’m not in the mood.”
    Laurel blew hair out of her eyes, the better to stare in shock. “ You’re not in the mood for a date?”
    “I have to get an early start tomorrow. Six hand-tied bouquets, and the bride’s makes seven. That’s a good six, seven hours of work. I have Tink coming in for half a day, so it cuts it back, but there’s all the rest to put together for the Friday night event. And I spent most of the morning processing the flowers.”
    “That’s never stopped you before. Are you sure you’re feeling all right? You’ve been just a shade off.”
    “No, I’m fine. I’m good. I’m just