He hangs up, and I sit back, watching Cassie.
“Are you two …?”
She shakes her head. “No. Definitely not. I’ve been seeing someone else for a couple of years now. But Iamwarning you, Noah is hot. Like super attractive.”
I smirk at that. “Have you seen my husband?”
“Oh, I’m not suggesting that you’d be interested. Mostly, I’m warning you because of your staff. They may never get anything done. They’ll just stand around and watch Noah.”
Shaking with laughter, I shrug a shoulder. “I guess we’ll see if he even wants the job.”
I need to go on record and say that Cassie wasn’t wrong. Noah isdamnattractive. He’s not as tall as Brooks, but he’s over six feet, with dark blond hair, a chiseled jawline covered in two days’ or so worth of scruff, and a killer smile.
All my girls have heart eyes as they watch us walk into the kitchen.
“I really like your place,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest, showing off muscular biceps through his long-sleeved T-shirt, as he looks around. “What do you need help with, exactly?”
I spend the next twenty minutes explaining my vision. That I need help with the breads and pastries for each morning. That he’d be welcome to try new recipes, as long as everything stays gluten-free. He gives his ideas, and we brainstorm, bouncing ideas off each other. He’s easy to talk to, and he has some amazing creative thoughts.
He’s nodding, standing right next to me, when I hear, “Who the fuck are you?”
Noah and I turn around, and I find Brooks standing six feet away, glaring at us.
“Noah.” Noah reaches out to shake Brooks’s hand, but my husband doesn’t even look at it.
“Brooks, this is Noah,hopefullymy new pastry chef, so I don’t have to come here in the middle of the night anymore. Don’t be a jerk and ruin this for me.”
Noah laughs, and Brooks narrows his eyes.
Finally, he shakes Noah’s hand, although I can see that it’s reluctantly.
“I’m her husband,” Brooks eventually says.
“Noted. For what it’s worth, I have my eye on another pretty blonde from Bitterroot Valley,” he says with a smile. “And I’m not an asshole.”
“Glad to hear it.”
“Okay, now that we’ve got all of the testosterone out of the way, what can I do for you,husband?”
“I came to grab lunch. Christy said you were back here.”
“Yeah, we were just wrapping up.”
“I’ll head out,” Noah says. “Let me do some research and some thinking, and I’ll get back to you in the next day or so. Does that work for you, Jules?”
“That’s Mrs. Blackwell to you,” Brooks growls, and I can’t help but laugh.
“Yes, that’s fine with me. Thanks for considering it. I promise my husband won’t be a bully every time you see him.”
“Yes, he will,” Brooks replies.
“It’s all good.” Noah shakes my hand, and then he leaves, and I turn to frown at my man.
“Brooks.”
“What?”
“You can’t be rude to people.”
