Page 33 of Wreck Me
“Oh, well, it’s nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
Amelia rolled her eyes and quirked her mouth. “I can only imagine what my brother must have told you.”
Megan laughed. “It was all good, I promise.”
“Now that I don’t believe.” Amelia smiled wryly and shook her head. “What can I get for you?”
“Well, I’ve also heard about these cinnamon rolls that are big as my head. Got any?”
“Of course. Coffee?” she asked, tapping in Megan’s order.
“Please. A large one, three creams.” Megan handed her card over.
Amelia waved her card away. “First time here’s on the house.”
“Oh, well, thanks. I appreciate that. I don’t think I’ve ever had anything on the house.”
Amelia moved down the pastry case to where the cinnamon rolls—that honest to God did look as big as her head—sat behind the glass. “It’s harder when you live in a city.”
Megan tilted her head. “How did you know I was from the city?”
Amelia laughed and snapped a bag open. “Girl, this is a small town. Everyone finds out everything. Plus, Charley told me.”
“Ah.”
“Hey, I get it.” Amelia moved away, tongs in hand, and reached inside the pastry case for the rolls. “I did the big city living thing for a while when I worked in restaurants. I made my way up to head chef in a place in New York before I came back home.”
“Aidan mentioned that.” She looked around the cozy bakery that smelled of sweet dreams and coffee. “How did you end up back here?”
Amelia chuckled as she slid the cinnamon roll into the bag. “It was by choice actually. After a while the stress and cutthroat world of that life quit appealing to me. Plus, I’m better at baking than I was at coming up with dishes that you’d pay a hundred dollars a plate for and still leave you hungry.”
One of the baristas slid her coffee across the counter to her and moved back to the coffee machine to work on the next order. “Thanks,” Megan murmured and lifted it to her lips, sipping the rich brew.
It was official. Amelia had the best coffee.
“That is so good. I’m ruined forever now.”
Amelia’s smile lit up her beautiful face. The genes that ran in the Reynolds family were crazy.
“Thank you. I try.” Amelia brought over the food and set it on the counter, putting her hands on her hips. “You just missed Aidan. How’s my brother treating you? Is he being all stoic and quiet like usual?”
“No.” Megan shook her head, confusion coloring her voice. “Actually, he’s been pretty great. I haven’t seen him much since last week with our opposite schedules. But we’ve had some nice conversations. He was patient with me with my concussion. And the fact that I made a bit of a mess in his kitchen making a cherry pie.” She shrugged. “Of course, he has that military and police training, so I’m sure he learned patience.”
Amelia stopped, her brows meeting her hairline. “Hold on. I’m talking about Aidan. Aidan Reynolds. Are we talking about the same guy?”
Megan frowned. “Yeah, why?”
Amelia scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest. “Because that sounds more like my brother Del than it does Aidan.” Her finger tapped along her bicep, a thoughtful look on her face.
Megan shrugged. “I haven’t met any of your other brothers, though Aidan did tell me about them.”
“Huh.” She grinned and then moved to wrap up another cinnamon roll. “Here, can you take this over to Aidan?” she said, handing the bag to Megan.
“Sure. Did he forget it?” The pale pink bag crinkled when she took it from Amelia.
Amelia’s grin grew as she leaned on the counter. “You could say that. He’s riding the desk over at the sheriff’s office. I’m sure he’d enjoy some…sugar to brighten his day.”
Megan caught the mischievous gleam in Amelia’s blue eyes. “It’s not like that.”
