Page 1 of The Princess and the Pizza Man

The most delicious scent in the world to Will Monroe was a fresh batch of Parmesan and butter covered breadsticks straight outta the oven. A grin spread across his bearded face as he pulled the tray out.

“Wooo-eee, have I got a good one here!” he called out to the overflowing pizza shop. He was a bona fide baker with skills that had the entire town flocking his direction come ‘round five-thirty. He would put on a show for ‘em all, flipping that pizza dough high enough to cause sweet Miss Penelope to put her delicate hand to her chest and hold her breath until it came back down. He’d always give her a genuine wink when he caught the thing and flumped it back onto the table, sending a cloud of flour up into the air. Her cheeks would get all red and adorable, something he’d lived for the moment she’d set foot in Alabama two months ago.

He set the buttery breadsticks down and got settled up front, enjoying the applause he received when he grabbed a roll of dough.

“A’right, y’all. You’ll get your show; hold on to your cattle.” He subtly perused the shop, looking for that heart-shaped face with ruby red lips and a sparkle in her green eyes. The jolt he got when he finally locked gazes with Penelope caused a stutter in his performance, and the pizza dough nearly slipped out of his hands.

“Oh… oh…” he said, quickly chasing after it before it fell to the floor. He made a show of his miraculous save, holding the dough high in the air. The crowd cheered as if it was all part of the act.

When he’d decided to buy the vacant shop a couple blocks from where he’d grown up, the whole town scoffed at the idea of a pizza place in the heart of fried chicken wing county. Will knew it was a darned risk, but he liked to fly by the seat of his pants and see where it took him. This decision had been a win in his pocket, and though he’d been encouraged by his momma to sell while it was still a winner, Will had no plans of ever leaving his roots.

“Heya, Will! Put another slice of philly cheese on my tab, will ya?” Mayor Gibson called out from somewhere in the dining area. Will whistled—his way of acknowledging the request—before he tossed the dough into the air and had another two seconds of flirt with the sweetest gal in the entire county.

Being one of the many local celebrity business owners, he’d had his fair share of romances, but none seemed to stick. Even still, Will set his sights on Penelope, painting many a picture in his head on how he’d finally ask her on a proper date. She seemed shy, and he didn’t want to scare her off with his noisy personality. He and his sister were teased mercilessly for being the loudest family in town. So loud that residents theorized that tourists only stopped in because they heard the laughter and hollers from miles away.

Will had never paid it any mind in the past—his booming voice made things easier to communicate over distances—but since Miss Penelope’s lips were nearly always pressed together softly, as if she had a secret she would be willing to share if only he’d quiet down long enough to hear it, he’d taken his time on asking her out. He could only imagine the fresh coat of blush that would rise in her cheeks if his voice was too loud presenting the offer, and she’d feel obligated to say yes if any eyes turned to watch. No… he needed to ask her if they ever got a chance to be alone. If only she’d stay back some days instead of sneaking out through the crowd.

Maybe I should learn how to whisper, he thought as he shared another playful glance with her. The dough in his hands swung and stuck, end on end, sending all his progress down the crapshoot.

“Ooooh…” a few members of the crowd teased, and he pounded the dough to start over.

“What’d you expect, y’all?” he called out. “Even the experts get distracted.”

He sent a wink over to Penelope for emphasis, and her hand came up over her lips to cover what he hoped was a laugh.

Yeah, on second thought, maybe he’d take the plunge and ask her out tonight. He’d hurry outta there, catch her before she got too far down the street, and ask her for some dinner and dancin’ that weekend. Maybe teach her how to toss dough. He could almost picture her cute flour-covered nose and bright red lips smiling up at him, the place dark and romantic after closing. Just the two of them and the heat from the oven and the obvious sparks between their shared glances.

He nearly let out a holler in the middle of his performance; the fantasy was dang near tangible.

The bell above his door rang, and his equally loud counterpart made herself known right away. “Excuse me, Mister Mayor, coming through. Arms are full here.”

Will reluctantly tore his gaze from Penelope’s flushed neck to Maybelle, his partner in crime—and sister.

She was wearing her signature southern belle dress, lavender with a white trim that extended out in a good three-foot diameter. Her long auburn hair was curled, held back at the nape of her neck as she bounced through the crowd as if it would part only for her—and to her credit, that did happen a lot. She carried a cheese and wine basket in the crook of her right arm and a magazine tucked against her body with the left. Will grinned and started on the sauce, knowing she would rip him away for one of her famous side-bars.

“Bells, I know you want to talk,” he said when she stepped up to the counter, “but I got customers if y’all can’t see.”

“Who said anything about wanting to talk?” she said with an indignant inward draw of her brow.

“Your eyes tell all,” Will said, grabbing a fistful of olives and sprinkling them onto a pizza with flourish. “What can I do for ya?”

She looked over her shoulder before turning back to Will. “Give me two minutes, William. Two is all I need. I’ll talk fast.”

“William, eh? Must be serious,” he joked and slid the large olive and pepperoni into the oven.

“Very serious.” She leaned in close, eyes as wide as the pizza in front of him. “Life or death.”

He let out a long sigh. Bells had a flair for the dramatic, so he knew it wasn’t really that dire of a conversation, but it was important to her, so by proxy, it was important to him.

“Head to my office.”

She squealed her delight, the high-pitched sound causing a few patrons to jump, but most of the townsfolk were used to Bells’ antics. She hurried off, a victorious smile on her face and bounce in her step that only told Will that what she had to say wasn’t so life or death as much as it was something she was about to rope him into.

He finished up the mayor’s order and excused himself as politely as he could. Jeremy could handle things while Bells dragged him off mid-dinner rush.

The moment he stepped through the office door, Bells thrust a thick piece paper into his face.

“You see this?” she asked.

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