“She’s not that bad. Well… maybe she is. But it hasn’t been fun being the dumb member of the family.”
As if the world has suddenly turned on its axis, I’m spun toward Alden like I’m on the Tilt-A-Whirl at the county fair.
“You listen here, Addison Briggs. You’re one of the smartest, kindest, most creative people I know. Don’t you dare let her into your head.”
“I know. I know. You’re right. When I keep my distance, I feel better about myself.” Turning I retrieve the cupcakes for the bachelorette party and return them to my work space. “But you don’t know how hard it is, Alden. Ever since I was little, I’ve struggled with reading and writing. It isn’t one or the other I struggle with, but both. The guidance counselors brushed it off, saying the world was moving toward computers, and I didn’t need to worry about it. I’d find ways to compensate. But it impacts everything.”
Tears begin to well in my eyes. Tears I’ve managed to hold back for years. How do I let this woman get to me? Why wouldn’t any rational mother see how hurtful their words are? I didn’t choose this. I’m trying to make the best of my situation. Thank god I enjoy creating edible art.
Even if some of it is a bit pornographic.
Moving away, hoping to hide my tears, I try to focus instead on my job. Reaching for a bright blue candy dick, I pop it in my mouth and let the delightfully sweet taste dance on my tongue. It’s an absurd diversion, but just what I need right now. “Want one?” I can’t help but laugh at the outrageous look on Alden’s face when I present him with a hot pink penis.
“Hell no.” He shakes his head, returning to the front of the store as he looks out of the window. “Are you going to have those things ready within the hour? I need to head out soon if I’m going to get them there in time.”
“Yes. I’m almost done. She’s having quite the party.” I laugh, my eyes scanning the two dozen cupcakes in front of me. I don’t think I know two dozen people, men and women combined, worthy of inviting to a party.
“Addy?”
“Yeah?”
“You know, I’ll do anything to help. If there’s something you need-”
“I’m good, Alden. Thank you, though.”
After today, what I really need is a drink.
Chapter9
Trevor
“This place is more crowded than I expected,” I yell over the sound of Sia playing in the background. The small pub has a central dance floor surrounded by booths and dark wood tables and chairs. The bar is the star of the show with various libations backlit by colorful lighting. Even without the boisterous patrons, this bar has a party vibe.
“Well, it’s practically the only place in town.” Jason chuckles. “So the weekends can get busy.”
Looking about the moderately-sized bar, I locate a few women not on social security yet. They aren’t necessarily unattractive, yet there’s no desire to try for more. But it’s early. I need to remain optimistic. There’s got to be some hot little number in this town.
As if on cue, the front door opens, bringing uproarious laughter and with it a stunning blonde and a familiar sassy brunette.
Be careful what you wish for.
From the corner of my eye, I catch the moment she’s noted my presence. I keep my gaze trained on the mirror over the bar, watching them as I finish off my pale ale. She strolls arm-in-arm with the blonde stunner to a corner booth. They’re barely seated before multiple men stop by their table to greet them.
“Hey, Alden,” Jason greets the last of the trio, who strolls over to our spot at the bar.
“How’s it going, Jas?”
“Good. Have you met Trevor?”
“Not officially. You were at Sam’s party, right?”
“Yes. That was quite the shindig.”
“With Sam, it always is.” Alden looks over his shoulder, and a bright smile takes over as he finds the blonde in the corner.
“That your girl?” I ask.
“Cece? Yeah. I hit the jackpot there. If you’re in the market for some good honey, try What’s the Buzz. It’s the best around.”
