Page 7 of Dear Wedding Planner
The woman gets us set up at one of the tables near the front window. She’s already got the tray of six mini cakes ready for us behind the counter.
"Okay, let me give you a rundown of the flavors you've requested," she says, pointing to each cake. "Right here, we have white chocolate raspberry, then strawberry shortcake, coconut with mango curd, red velvet with cream cheese frosting, pistachio with honey buttercream, and mocha chocolate crunch.”
"This all looks amazing," Miles smiles at the woman.
I try to ignore the pang of jealously that shoots through me. I have to remind myself that he’s not really mine, that we aren’t really a couple, and that I’m technically on the clock.
“Please let me know if you have any questions. Otherwise, I'm going to leave you both to it. I hope you enjoy it."
Miles hands me one of the forks on the tray and digs into the white chocolate raspberry in front of him. I don’t make a move. I just watch the faces he makes with each bite of new cake he takes.
“Aren’t you going to try any of these?” he asks around a mouthful of pistachio and honey buttercream.
I shake my head. “I’m just here to help you make the decision for Mackenzie.”
"And how can you help me decide if you don't try the cakes?” He spears his fork into the mocha chocolate crunch cake and holds it out for me to try.
I shake my head again. “I can’t.”
“You can’t, or you won’t?”
“I won’t,” I amend.
Miles scrunches his face in confusion. “You don’t like cake?”
"I love cake," I look down at myself. "Sometimes, I love it a little too much."
The expression on Miles’s face morphs from confusion to what looks like anger. “What are you talking about? You’re fucking gorgeous.”
I’m momentarily stunned by his bluntness. No one has described me as gorgeous to my face with such conviction. I half expect that he's going to try and backpedal his words, but he doesn’t. He just stares at me with an expectant expression, but I don’t know what to say.
“How is everything tasting?” The baker asks, and I couldn’t be more grateful for the interruption.
Miles doesn’t take his eyes off me when he assures her that everything is delicious. I feel his gaze on me for the rest of the tasting. I both love and hate the undivided attention he’s giving me. On the one hand, I can’t help but enjoy the thrill that comes with being on the receiving end of his attention. On the other hand, the look he gives me makes me feel like I've been cracked open, and he can read me like a book.
I need to find a way to get a handle on this situation. This job is too important to mess up. Tabitha and the business are depending on me to get this right. I can’t be distracted, even if that distraction has blue eyes and a crooked smile I can't get out of my head.
