Page 34 of One Sweet Match Up

Zoe’s cheeks flamed, but reality quickly brought the heat level down. Donovan obviously saw his taking Will’s place as an opportunity to spring on her his big plans for their matchup. He probably thought there was no chance she’d say no if he asked her in front of a packed room. “Did you know what he was going to do?”

“Ask you to be his business partner? No.” He reached out and touched her hand. “He didn’t mean for it to go down like that. He felt bad after you left. The dude never feels bad about anything, but he did this time.”

Yeah, so bad that he couldn’t stop by her shop today and apologize in person. Not that she wanted him to.

She took another sip. Okay, maybe she did a little. “I overreacted. I shouldn’t have run out like I did.”

“Why did you?”

Zoe blinked.Way to be direct, Will.Even though they were becoming friends, she wasn’t about to reveal her feelings for Donovan that she’d been struggling with since their kiss during the snowstorm or her brief history with the arrogant chef back in Denver for that matter. “I was caught off guard, that’s all. I don’t like surprises.” She finished her glass and changed the subject. “So, did you enjoy your afternoon with Rach—?”

Her question was interrupted by the sound of the front door chiming. A tall, middle-aged man bundled in a brown winter jacket and black boots stepped in.

“Can I help you?” Will asked.

The man pulled his clipboard from under his arm, adjusting his thick brown glasses to read what it said. “I’m looking for the Ice Heaven.”

Zoe’s ears perked up, and she set down her flute on the counter. “I’m the Ice Heaven. Um . . . I mean, I own the Ice Heaven.”

“Great. How do I get to your loading dock?”

“Loading dock?” She hadn’t placed any orders in over a month and certainly not for anything that would need to be loaded in. “For what?”

“My truck’s full with your boxes.” He pointed toward the outside. “But if I get started now, I should have everything out before the snow starts flying, if you’ll point me in the right direction.”

Zoe peered outside to see the words “Fresh Foods” in bright red across the big semitruck. Below the words was a giant illustration of a basket full of green, yellow, and red fruits and vegetables. “I didn’t order anything from Fresh Foods. There must be a mistake.”

The trucker looked down at his clipboard. “Are you Zoe Mathews?”

“Yes.”

“It says right here that fifty boxes are yours.”

“Fifty boxes! What?” She glanced over at the man’s nametag that read “Carl.” “Carl, may I see the order?”

Carl handed her the clipboard, and sure enough, the order was in her name for more than one thousand dollars of produce, dairy, breads, and canned products. “I don’t have that kind of money, besides, my kitchen’s not big enough for this, let alone I don’t use most of these items. This has to be a mix-up.”

Zoe’s mental wheels began to spin.Or was it a matchup?Her eyes narrowed as she studied the invoice with her name printed on the customer line. All of these items seemed to scream fresh soups and sandwiches. Had Donovan ordered this?

She was sure that answer was yes.

“Why that cocky, arrogant, son of a . . .” She cut herself off and squared her shoulders, handing the old man back his clipboard. “I didn’t place this order.”

“Are you sure you want me to take it back?” He paused, looking at her with a little plea. “I’m headed an hour north to my home before the snow hits, but I’ll have to turn around and return them to the warehouse.”

She didn’t care if he had to drive to Miami. She wasn’t taking them. “I’d like to talk to a manager.”

The trucker gave her an annoyed look and reached for his phone. He moved toward the door to make the call.

“Weird.” Will came up beside her.

“You could say that again.”

“If he’s headed north, he really should get on the road as soon as he can. I just checked the weather on my phone. Not looking good for later.”

Zoe sighed. The last thing she wanted was for the old man to be driving a semi into a snowstorm. “Fine. Carl, I’ll take the items.”

Carl turned around, looking relieved. “Great, thank you.” He added, “My wife thanks you, too.”

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