and glanced at the text but didn’t do much beyond that. Anyone watching would think she’d gotten a text that wasn’t important enough to interrupt time with her new husband.
“Send it to me?” she asked. “We can post at the same time.”
“Sure.” When her name appeared as an option, he dropped the note to her phone. After it finished, he sent the photos.
They both logged into social media and set up their posts. “I can’t find your page to tag,” he told her. “What’s the exact name?”
“That’s frustrating sometimes,” she agreed. “I’ll type in a name exactly and even though I follow a page, it shows me eighty others that aren’t the right one.”
A minute later, it tagged the right page. It didn’t seem Madi had the same trouble finding his page.
“Ready?” she asked.
“When you are.”
Together, they published the posts.
Wyatt set his phone down. “We have like fourteen seconds before reactions start coming in.”
“Maybe for you, Mr. Baseball Star, but not for the rest of us. By the time we get done here, I’m sure I’ll have plenty of reactions, but not near as many as you do. I only have a few thousand followers total. You probably have that many responses already.” She bumped her shoulder against him. “Good thing I’m perfectly happy with my social media numbers.”
They both shared their public posts to their personal pages, then Wyatt stood, holding out a hand to help her up. As they wandered down another aisle, he pointed to a booth.
“Would it be too cliché to make another wreath?”
They walked over to a wreath made from Crimson Knights ribbon, along with some other kinds of cloth he didn’t recognize. In the center, a home plate read “There’s no place like home” with the Knight’s logo and red baseball stitches on it.
Madi laughed, a sound he thought he could learn to love. “I really like that.”
He let go of her hand and looked more closely at how the fabric was attached. Maybe they could use pages of her book in the design, too. He planned to use his copy of Parade of Love to make the book wreath. There should be some left over. They could incorporate the pages somehow. Maybe put them in the background of home plate and among the fabric ties in the wreath itself.
They went into the booth area and found the kit for the one they’d been looking at. He held it up and showed it to her. “How about this for our combined project? Is that okay?”
A thoughtful look crossed her face. “I wonder if that’s cheating since it’s two wreaths.”
He looked at the one in his hand. “I don’t think so. The other one is foam and hot glue. This one is wire and pipe cleaners. Two totally different methods.”
A smile crossed her face. “You’re right. I love it.”
Once he paid for the wreath kit and put both in the sack provided, they start back down the row. At the end was the small food court area.
“Are you ready to eat?” he asked, hoping she was.
“How about a snack? I’d like to keep looking and get back to the new house before it gets too late.”
Their luggage had been taken from the resort to the house already. He had boxed his things since they’d just been sitting in a corner at the B&B.
Madi had told him that most of her stuff was boxed up already, too. She refused to tell him how many boxes there were with her books.
Wyatt bought himself a soft pretzel and cheese while Madi got a funnel cake. They each got their own bottle of water.
There were two more of the long rows to wander down so they started to walk the first one.
A couple of times she stopped and stared at several booths, but he couldn’t figure out which ones she paid the most attention to.
She hadn’t bought anything by the time they reached the end of the last row.
“Do we need to give it all another look?” he asked her as they threw away their trash.
“Nope.” Madi held out her hand. “Can I have the rest of the cash? I know what I’m getting, but it’s a surprise.”
He dug the money out of his pocket. “I’ll wait here.”
Hopefully, no one would bother him. So far, the day had been filled with whispers and looks, but no one approached them. Without Madi at his side, it wouldn’t surprise him to have a woman or two flirt with him.
It happened often