“You’re adorable when you’re flustered, baby.”
“That sticker is ridiculous. I can’t believe you’re wearing an ad with a sexy lumberjack on it and those provocative words.”
“It’ll sell wood,” I say with a straight face as a few of my brothers snicker. “It’s been selling like crazy ever since I stuck it on the website.”
“It’s true. We get crazy online traffic.” Alder would know. He’s got access to all the financials.
Cami shakes her head. “Lumberjacks and sporting wood.”
I can’t stop laughing. It really is the perfect ad for our business.
Chapter 12 Camille
It’s been two weeks since the corn maze incident. In that time, the Butter Bliss has been transformed. Gary approved the insurance claim within a few hours of my bids, agreeing to pay for the rebuild and use Coleman Lumber for the construction.
Granny Jo is healing, still as feisty as ever, and now she’s excited for the grand reopening of the bakery.
But right now, I stare at Rex. “I don’t know about this.”
Rex is too calm. “I don’t know how else we’ll get this stalker to risk exposure. He keeps leaving roses and gifts, but he’s always gone before we can find him.”
“I know.”
“If he thinks you’re alone, he’ll try to contact you. Maybe he’ll come to the bakery, and we can finally take care of this.”
“It’s risky.”
“Not as much as you think. There’s a prospect watching the store, and I’m here in town. No one will get inside. You’ll be locked in. You’re safe.”
I really hate this idea.
“Baby, I’ve got to catch this asshole and end it.”
He’s right. I don’t have to like it, but this is the best chance at catching the guy.
“You’ll watch your phone. Right?”
“Yeah.”
“And if I need you?”
“I’ll run to your side.”
“That’s a pretty big promise,” I tease him, trying not to be anxious.
“I’ll keep it. For you. Always, Blissy Girl.”
I close the door after Rex leaves, keeping my promise to lock up tight as the last few words he said linger in my mind.
Always, Blissy Girl.
I blink, thinking of the inked initials on his skin. The two letters in black script that mark his neck. B.G.
Wait.
My legs feel like jelly as I plop onto a nearby chair.
Rex Coleman tattooed my nickname on his neck. Wow.
