Oh, you do?
Me
Yup…
Chelsea
Is this the part where we dirty text?
Me
Yes. I’m imagining you in that apron…
Chelsea
Behave. I’m still icing cupcakes
Me
Sure you don’t want to deliver mine?
Chelsea
I’d love to, but Mason is picking them up, along with his cake, remember?
Me
My mind has been a little hazy for some reason. So you’re definitely coming tonight, right?
Chelsea
Well, Mason told Deaton about their new puppy, so that’s a yes
Me
I’ll be sure to change my suit this time. You know I did the walk of shame this morning
Chelsea
You’re such a baby
Me
Tonight
Chelsea
I’ll be there
I’m all smiles around the office, making some of the staff do a double take. Usually, I’m not whistling, and I’m most definitely not walking around with a spring in my step.
The open house at Bunker Hill apartments goes off without a hitch. The model display is pretty much a replica of the other apartments, with just a few aesthetic changes, and some have a slightly different layout.
Chelsea’s baked goods are a huge hit, just as I knew they would be. I have her business cards on display next to the stack of goodies, nothing like some advertising thrown in for good measure. Though if she gets any busier, she’s going to probably combust. And I don’t by any means want to start telling her what to do in her own bakery, but she’s told me the business is doing well financially, so maybe it’s time for her to get some more help in the shop.
She’s on my mind all morning. All I think about when I inhale that sweet, sugary scent is what I did to her last night. A grin sweeps over my face.
“You’re happy,” Mason accuses.
