I nod.
“Not my area of expertise. Joey would be more helpful. I saw the paper, though. He looks like he’s sorry.”
Gavin and Joey were another successful Sycamore Mountain romance. I look at the blue butterfly tattoo on his wrist and smile. I so yearn for a love like theirs. I’m sure I put undue pressure on my relationship with Trevor, surrounded by the fairy tale ending.
“I’m not one to be giving out relationship advice. But from personal experience, I can say I’m glad I took a chance on Joey. I was guarded. But letting her in was the best thing I ever did. I couldn’t imagine life without her.”
“I know he’s been hurt, but I’m tired of making excuses for people, Gavin. If he wants this, I’m not going back without some assurance he can act like a man and not a boy.”
“Well, you stick to your guns, Addy. Sounds like he deserves a kick in the nuts for whatever he did.” He chuckles. “I’ll get Joey to do it.”
“Glad you’re back,” Alden says, giving me a big bear hug. “Now get to work.” He laughs.
“On it, sir,” I say, tying my apron around my waist.
“How was Hilton Head?”
“It was great. But can we stop ignoring the elephant in the room? Spill, Alden. What do you know?”
For the next twenty minutes, my jaw hurts from my mouth hanging open in shock as Alden shares the details of Trevor’s visit to the bakery to apologize to both Alden and me.
“I think he’s sincere, Addy. Or I wouldn’t have helped him with this stunt for the newspaper.”
“I hope you’re right. But I need some time. I want to focus on my priorities. Hopefully, Trevor will be one in the future, but my focus is on me right now.”
“Atta, girl. Now that’s what I’m talking about. And if he’s as serious as he seems, he’ll wait.”
“Alden, why did you ask about Hilton Head and not Paris? Most people would have gone straight there.”
“Because something tells me you got right with your future in Hilton Head. Paris may be beautiful, but your heart’s not there.”
“You know me so well.” I giggle. “James is amazing. I never knew my grandparents. If I could create the perfect grandfather, he’s what I’d choose. He’s warm and endearing. He’s helping me put a plan in place for the cake shop. Even offered to be a silent partner. I’m so incredibly grateful.”
“That’s fantastic. Good for you.”
* * *
The last several weeks have been grueling, with working in Honey Bunz during the day and tackling my business plan in the evening. Several people have responded to my help wanted ad for a team who can help me get it up and running. The first few candidates have been a bit of a wash. I know they’d work hard, but something felt off. Like I’d have to hold their hand to get the job done. As James said, I need a few serious go-getters.Heck, I’d settle for one serious go-getter.
The bell chimes on the front door as the last interview of the day enters the now-closed bakery. As I stand to greet them, I’m startled and have to take a step back. It’s Trevor.
“I’m sorry. We’re closed.” My voice is a little shaky. I’ve chastised myself for avoiding him since returning. But I knew if I heard his smooth voice, he’d get to me. I can’t let anything derail me from my progress right now. If he’s still interested when the time is right, I’ll reconsider. But now that I’m standing in front of him, I just want to climb him like a tree and beg him to never walk out that door.
“Hi, cup-” He pauses. “Uh, hm. Sorry. Hi, Ms. Briggs. I’m aware the shop is closed. I’m here for my interview.” He holds out his sexy muscular hand for me to shake, and as I look down at it, I’m unable to picture anything but how good it looked whacking my ass.
A flush creeps up my neck, and I quickly look at the paper sitting on my table that reads, ‘7:00 pm Richard Head.’ Biting the inside of my cheek to control my giggle, I turn back to him. Placing my hand in his to return his greeting, he covers it with his left and strokes it lovingly before giving it a gentle squeeze.
Gulping down my emotions, I try to get back on track. “So, can I call you Richard?” It’s becoming nearly impossible not to laugh now.
“Nah. You can call me Dick.”
Well, at least he’s acknowledging it.There’s no way to hide my smile now. “What are you doing, Trevor?”
“I’m here for the job.”
“What job? You have gainful employment.As a firefighter.” I enunciate each word carefully, leaning in to acknowledge his crazy antics.
“I’m applying for two, actually. I thought you’d advertised you were looking for a management team to help run your business. I’ve just recently acquired my Masters in Information Technology and think I could be an asset.”
