He chuckled. “I’m not, but it is a family business. Just like everyone else here, I’m ready to learn more about the floral industry.”
She glanced down at his chest and back. “Where’s your name tag?”
“You caught me. I haven’t picked it up yet.”
“You can’t get into any of the workshops unless you have one.” Did she come off as stuffy as she sounded?
“Which I’ll rectify right now. See you around?”
“Sure. I hope so.”
Shaking her head, Kady went to the designated meeting room. Why hadn’t Dylan told her he’d be here? Not that he needed to announce his schedule to her. They’d only bumped into each other a few times. Of course, this was Cypress Pointe. If he was going to hang around town, she’d eventually run into him.
As her mind worked out the logistics of Dylan’s presence at the convention, Kady nearly missed the room. Clearing her mind, she entered, determined to concentrate on the speaker, not Dylan’s motives. Glancing around, she noticed a few early birds scattered about in the empty seats. She chose a row in the middle, a few seats in from the aisle. A few minutes passed and someone took a seat beside her. Dylan.
“Are you stalking me?”
“No. You’re the only person I know here. And I can always learn how to—” he glanced at the workshop schedule and read “—improve my business.”
She slanted a look his way. “You own a floral shop?”
“My mom. I help her out occasionally by coming to these conventions.”
“So you don’t actually work in the floral industry?”
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