“The flowers,” he said.
“What else did you smell?” She bent over and swept the pieces into the dustpan, straightened, and paused as she looked at him, waiting for his answer. Her bright eyes were so wide, and she looked like she really wanted to learn from him.
“Something fruity,” he said. “Maybe.”
“Get Your Man is multi-layered,” she said, their eyes never leaving one another. Spur could barely breathe, and the little air he did take in stung his dry throat.
Olli spun away from him and took the glass to the trash can. She got a washcloth from the sink and came back, bending over to wipe the floor all around. Scratching noises met his ears as she picked up small shards of glass with the wet cloth.
She stood again and faced him, her cheeks flaming a little brighter than before. “What else did you get in the candle?”
“That was all,” he said. “Maybe something creamy. Milk or something.”
“It’s whey,” she said. “Very subtle, Mister Chappell. I think you get more bonus points for that.”
“More bonus points?” he asked.
“Yeah, you earned some this morning when you were the one in the garden and not someone from the ranch.”
“Good to know,” he said, as he’d be back in the morning with the plants he’d ordered at the nursery yesterday.
“Get Your Man has three fruits in it—mango, orange, and grapefruit. They’re the ones most associated with crispness and freshness. I call it tutti fruity.” She picked up another candle, and this one was Get Your Man too. She pointed to the words he’d bypassed.
Clean, Crisp, and Ripe For a Kiss.
Tutti fruity sat under Crisp.
“The floral scent is part honeysuckle and part rose. It’s ripe for a kiss.” She smiled at him quickly. “The cleanness comes from that whey you got. It’s very subtle, and most people don’t know how to identify it. Milk solids are almost sugary. I like the honey whey the best.”
Spur liked her the best, and he didn’t know how to say it. He didn’t know if he even should say it. “These haven’t been lit,” he said, his voice far too deep as it got stuck behind the emotion in his throat.
She looked up at him, those pretty eyes wide again. “Guess I haven’t found a man I want to get.”