“His stepmom owns the bakery next to the bar.”
“Goodness. The man keeps getting better and better. I would kill to have someone in my familywho owns a bakery.” Mikayla takes a bite of the unfluffy pastry. “It has to be better than this garbage.”
My gaze dips to the Danish. “It was the best bakery I’ve ever eaten at.”
“He’s getting bonus points,” Sandy says. “And we need to go to the bakery too.”
“It’s not open at night.”
“Damn,” she whispers. “Another time, then.”
“What else?” Mikayla asks.
“His sister owns the tattoo shop, Inked Southside or something like that, across the street. It was her spare apartment I slept in.”
Mikayla shakes her head. “Can you imagine having a spare apartment?”
“Not on my salary,” Sandy says.
“And she’s a tattoo artist? This family sounds amazing.”
“And he’s a bartender?” Sandy asks.
“His family owns the bar,” I explain.
“Do they own the entire damn block?” Mikayla asks, staring at me in disbelief.
I shrug. “I have no idea.”
“If you don’t marry him, I will,” Sandy teases me.
“Maybe the sister is a total bitch,” Mikayla tells her.
“No, she’s nice. She was at the bar, and I met her. She’s the one who offered the apartment to me.”
I could see being friends with her. We didn’t talkmuch, but she was totally my type of person. She’d easily fit in with Sandy and Mikayla too.
“And her husband,” I say and then whistle. “He was something else.”
“How did you meet him?” Mikayla asks.
“He came to walk her home.”
Sandy fans herself. “I would die for a man like that.”
“He was covered in tattoos.”
“You saw his entire body?” Sandy was quick to ask.
“No, but from what I could see on his hands and neck…I’m sure they were all over underneath his coat and clothes.”
Mikayla sighs. “He’s a dreamboat. Where do I order myself one of those?”
I shrug. “Hell if I know.”
“Not online. I’ve looked. They’re sold out,” Sandy says with a giggle.
“So, he has a cool sister and a hot brother-in-law, his mom makes the best pastry in town, and his family owns a bar. Plus, let’s not forget, he’s hot and built. Sounds like the worst type of guy to date.” Mikayla stares at me, and I stare back.
