Page 51 of Sweet Christmas Wish
Will looked up at her with a grin. “It’s more than good news, it’sgreatnews!”
“Yeah? Don’t keep me waiting, Will Parks! I’m dying over here!”
Will turned his laptop around so Sarah could see and pointed to the running total he’d been tracking since he’d started selling drinks at the bakery. “See that number? We’ve officially paid off the espresso machine and coffee suppliesandnow have enough money to pay off your upcoming bill for the oven!”
Sarah whooped, throwing her cleaning rag aside and launching herself into Will’s arms. She squeezed him tight, jumping up and down a little. “I can’t believe it! I can’t believe it!” she kept repeating, over and over.
Will laughed, holding her close before letting her go. Sarah began doing a victory dance, prancing around the bakery floor. He laughed again, taking her hands and spinning her as he joined in the fun. This was a huge moment for her, and he was so grateful he’d gotten to be a part of it all. Sarah finally stopped dancing, out of breath, and her laughter subsided as she looked up into his eyes.
“Thank you so much,” she murmured, stepping closer. “I truly couldn’t have done this without you.”
“You would’ve found a way,” he said, and he meant it. “I’m confident of that. I’m just honored you accepted my idea and let me tag along for the ride.”
“You were instrumental,” Sarah said firmly. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”
Their gaze caught and held and electricity passed between the two of them. Before he could overthink it, Will closed the distance between them and pulled her close, lowering his lips to hers. Sarah wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him even closer and returned his kiss. When they finally broke apart, they were both a little breathless.
“I think we need to celebrate.”
“Isn’t that what we’re doing?” he asked, brushing a kiss on her jawline.
Sarah shivered a little in his arms. “Yes, but I was thinking of something a little more official.”
“I could whip up some drinks. Maybe some alcoholic beverages since you seemed to like that Irish coffee so much.”
Sarah groaned aloud at the memory and they both laughed.
“You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”
“Maybe when it stops being such a cute memory,” he teased, and Sarah pretended to punch him on the arm.
“Anyway, back to the task at hand—celebrating. I was thinking more like cashing in that rain check for dinner,” Sarah said. “What do you say?”
“Let’s do it. Tomorrow night? I want to have time to make a reservation.”
Sarah looked up into his eyes, hers alight with happiness. “Tomorrow night,” she agreed. “Oh, and I’ll do my best not to get drunk on cough syrup and Irish coffee.”
“Promise?”
Sarah pretended to sigh gustily. “It’s a big ask, but I think I can safely say that I won’t be inebriated when you show up tomorrow night.”
“Good.” Will pulled her into his arms again, kissing her forehead. “Because I don’t think I can stand to miss another date with you.”
“Aw, stop, you’re making me blush.”
Will laughed. “I’m just saying it because it’s true.”
“Now this is why I keep you around,” Sarah teased. “That, and the brilliant business ideas.”
“That’s all?” He looked down at her, a dangerous gleam in his eye and enjoyed it when Sarah blushed.
“That, and this too,” she said, reaching for him again.
Will was more than happy to comply as he lowered his lips to hers once more.
CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR
“You’re sure you don’t mind watching the bakery while I’m gone?” Sarah watched Will anxiously, wanting to make sure he wasn’t lying just to spare her feelings.
