Not when a certain someone stood in the outer office speaking with Avery and snagging her attention. A certain someone who’d just happened to have his hand tucked in her panties the night before.
“Well, well, well,” Mac said. “Things are about to get interesting.”
“What?” Nat asked. “What’s happening?”
“Shut up and listen.”
Willow wanted to tell them both to shut the hell up and maybe get out. But instead, she just sat there and stared at Finn like she was a starry-eyed teenager all over again. He wore a tight-fitting T-shirt—the same gray one he’d worn on his first day in town if she wasn’t mistaken—with threadbare jeans and work boots. In his arms, he carried a bright pink square box.
He smiled at Avery, then stepped around her and right into Willow’s office. “Afternoon, ladies.”
“Who is that?” Natalie hissed from the screen.
“Hope I’m not interruptin’ anything, but I wanted to pick up that paper you needed me to sign, Willow.”
Well, that was a bold-faced lie she hoped no one else saw through. They’d been done with the signatures for a long time. Never mind that she hadn’t asked him to stop by at all.
“Swung by The Sweet Spot on the way and grabbed some cupcakes. To thank y’all for your help gettin’ everything up and runnin’ with the bar.” He glanced away to nod toward Avery before locking his eyes back on Willow.
Lord, why did her sisters have to be there right then? She wanted to pull him into her office, lock the door, and kiss the living daylights out of him.
“Oh my God.” Natalie again, the loudmouth.
Willow realized she was just staring when Avery cleared her throat at the same time Mac nudged her shoulder. “Um, anytime. It’s my job to help.”
He stared at her for a moment, his gaze so heated she felt it from her head all the way to her toes and every erogenous zone in between. Then his lips tipped up on one side, and he gave a quick nod before sliding the cupcake box onto her desk. “All right then. I’ll catch y’all later. Have a good day.”
And out he strode, waving to Avery as he went. Willow barely caught sight of the smirk her best friend shot her since she was too busy watching Finn’s ass as he walked away.
“Would someone tell me who the hell that was already?” Nat asked, her voice sharp and exasperated.
“Funny how he never did pick up that mysterious paper.” Mac glanced down at Willow with a smirk and plucked the cupcake box from the desk. “Let’s see what he brought. Ooh…gingerbread! Pretty sure The Sweet Spot only has that in—”
“November,” Willow said, her mouth watering. Gingerbread was her absolute favorite, but it was a specialty cupcake the bakery only carried once a year. Which meant—
“Swung by my ass,” Mac said. “Finn had to have placed a special order for these. That man is sweet on you, Willow Grace.”
“Finn?” Natalie asked. “As in Griffin Thomas, one of the trouble twins, the guy who broke our dear sister’s heart and made our daddy nearly lose his ever-lovin’ mind?ThatFinn?”
Mac inclined her head in acknowledgment. “The one and only.”
It was a good thing Mac was speaking for Willow, because she was still stuck on the fact that this wasn’t a last-minute thing like Finn had made it out to be. He’d planned to get these for her. Had made a special effort to do so. On top of that, he’d had to have figured out they were her favorite in the first place.
Damn. She was trying really hard not to swoon her pants off for her soon-to-bail-again ex-boyfriend, but it was getting harder and harder when he did things like this. Since their encounter at his bar, he’d done exactly what he’d promised her he would—he’d worked on showing her it was different this time. It’d started with a lunch of her favorite sandwiches magically appearing on her desk the following day when she hadn’t had time to run home for a break. And then he’d taken it upon himself to make sure those heavy as hell tables at the cafe stayed where they were supposed to, even though it’d been a constant fight up until then. Now, this. If she wasn’t careful, she’d be halfway to falling for him all over again just in time for him to leave.
“Ho. Lee.Shit,” Natalie said. “I was gonna ask y’all about the rumor the Thomas boys bought the old soda fountain to renovate it, but I guess I don’t have to anymore.”
“Who’d you hear that from?” Willow asked, finally finding her voice. She was pretty sure she already knew the answer, but it was an easy question to ask and one her sister would answer. Nat and Nash—the person currently helping Finn and Drew renovate—had been thick as thieves growing up. From what Willow knew, they’d stayed pretty close even as Natalie had traipsed all over the world the past several years. There was little doubt he’d been the one to fill in her sister, but Willow was desperate to keep the conversation from her and Finn.
“Nash, obviously, and quit tryin’ to change the subject. My biggest concern when I called was finding out if Daddy was losing his shit over those two being back, but I think we have more important things to talk about. Like the fact that one of those boys just brought you cupcakes.”
“Oh, he’s bringing her a helluva lot more than just cupcakes if you know what I mean,” Mac said, taking a huge bite of one of the caramel buttercream-topped beauties.
“Is that right?” Nat narrowed her eyes at Willow. “Somethin’ you wanna tell me?”
“Not particularly.”
“Maybe it’d help if you were more specific in your questions, Nat,” Mac offered. The traitor. “Maybe askin’ if she’s been havin’ any secret sleepovers with a certain someone would get you further.”
