Page 62 of Tempting Me

“Why is she the way that she is?”

I wait for him to elaborate, but it’s clear he’s not going to.

“Um, what exactly did she do?”

“A bride this fall wants to rent B’s Bakery for an entire day, and Brooke told me no.”

“Oh.”

I know I should have a better response, but it is her bakery. She makes the call.

“She’s the only person who tells me no as if it’s the simplest thing in the world. And not to mention, all I wanted the other night was one of her caramel brownies, and shewouldn't even let me through the door. I have no idea how I pissed her off, but she’s not getting over it, and I … shit, this is not why you’re here. Follow me.”

He stands quickly and leads me to one of the reception halls. The hole in the wall—well, all three—are hard to miss.

“Why three?”

I wait for him to answer, studying him. He now has his hands on his hips, his glare set on the wall in question.

“Someone said they wanted to see who could make a bigger hole.”

I pinch my lips together so that I don’t laugh.

Instead, I cast my vote.

“It’s the middle one.”

“I agree. Now please fix it. We have another wedding tonight.”

“You got it.” I set my things down to get to work.

Dutton moves to leave, but then stops.

“I think we should have another boys’ night sooner than planned.”

I can’t help but grin. I knew they had fun.

“I’ll send a text.”

“Good. Thank you.”

I nod then do my thing fixing the wall.

People come and go, decorating for the couple of the evening. I let someone know that the paint still needs to dry, then I head back to the office to finish a few other things for the day before I meet Shay.

Shay.

Fuck.

Last night was … interesting.

In a roundabout way, we both admitted to having some type of feeling for the other. Yet, neither of us made a move to do anything about it.

Impressive restraint on my part, considering I’ve been wrestling with these feelings for a couple of days now.

It’s like one moment my brain snapped, and now that I know I like her, I crave her. Seeing her, hearing her, being near her. Which is insane. It’s not like I know what she tastes like or what she feels like under my fingertips.

I wish I did though.

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