Ruth wanted to roll her way into her bedroom, soak in the tub, and then pass out, face first on her bed, but...
She wanted more.
That was kind of the problem.
She'd been trucking along as an adult. Working toward her dream.
Now, she had that dream.
Working for herself, out of her home.
Baking amazing things that made people smile.
Then she thought her dream was building her business more, but that had been a little off the mark.
Or maybe, she mused, just maybe, her dream had changed.
Widened to include the dad and daughter next door.
She wanted them in her life every day.
Lifting the phone in her hands and hoping she wouldn't drop the phone on her face, she typed a reply to Nick's message.
BAKERGRL:
Yes, she smiled, she was full of all kinds of cheesy nicknames.
BAKERGRL: STARVING
She had a feeling that Nick would text her again, but she was so exhausted she might just fall asleep before-
RING!
With a relieved groan, she answered the call.
"'ello?"
"Are you okay if we come over with food?"
She almost cried in relief. "Please? I don't think I can move right now."
The call ended and Ruth started to second guess her answer.
Did she sound like a crazy whiner?
Was she too pitiful?
Nick was a strong, self-made, successful owner of a huge construction company.
Katie danced on her toes! Sure, those pointe shoes were made for it, but the kind of strength it took to dance on 'pointe' and make it look like she was floating? Ruth was constantly amazed by Katie's athleticism and grace.
And here she was grumbling and almost crying at walking around a kitchen all day.
In air-conditioned comfort.
Aided by all kinds of amazing kitchen devices.
What did she have to complain about?
