“I like that,” Miles says, hooking an arm around my waist and pulling me to him with a hearty tug.My chest crashes into his, and I let out a giggle.
I press my lips to his, and the second his tongue touches mine, all the air escapes my lungs, and warmth pools between my thighs.
“How about I make you giggle like that later tonight?”Miles suggests, winking at me before leaning in and kissing me again.“I have some ideas of where to put my mouth that will make you laugh like that.”
The sound of someone clearing their throat stops us from going any further, and we both turn to see Sloane standing at the back entrance to the bakery.
“Hope I’m not interrupting,” she says, a smile on her tanned face, her blue eyes sparkling with happiness as she takes in Miles and me.
“Nope, all good,” I tell her, stepping away from Miles to walk over to where she’s standing.
“Maybe a little,” Miles counters with a wink, and Sloane and I both let out a laugh.Shaking my head, I give him a quick kiss before he can head out the door.
“I’m gonna go.You two have fun with the planning,” Miles now says.“Call me if you need anything, babe.”
“I will.Love you.”
“Love you too.”
As soon as the door closes, Sloane lets out a high-pitched shriek, clapping her hands as she does this cute little dance.
“You two are so damn cute,” she croons, letting out another squeal.“There’s something just so pure and sweet about a second chance.”
“Oh my god, Sloane, you make us sound like a romance novel,” I tell her, rolling my eyes but secretly basking in the idea myself.
She walks over to the little table and sets down her laptop and bag, a few things sliding out as she does, scattering them on the surface.
“There’s nothing wrong with happily ever after,” she quips.Picking up a pen and notepad, she begins jotting something down.“I never thought I’d find it, and look at where I’m at now.”She pauses, looking over at me.“Right?”
“Happily ever after is good.It’s better than good.”
“It is, so where do you want to start?”Her question is asked as she continues scanning the room, and I wonder what is going through her head.
Sloane has an amazing eye for creating, and I know she’s designing in her head right now, looking for all the places in the empty space that she can make look perfect with her art.
As much as I want to get moving on the branding and design for the bakery, I can’t help but want to ask Sloane for her advice on the situation with Isaac.
Having been through something similar with her mom, she’s the one person who will understand my hesitance to do anything that draws attention to what Isaac is doing.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Of course,” Sloane responds, tilting her head to the side as she eyes me with questioning reverence.“Everything okay?”
“Yeah, yeah.”But I shake my head because things aren’t okay, and ignoring them isn’t going to make it any better.“Not really,” I finally admit, and Sloane motions to the table.Pulling out a chair, she sits down.
“What’s going on?Let me guess, it’s something to do with Isaac.”
“Shit, how’d you know?”Sarcasm laces my words as I give a shrug.“Do you think I should file a restraining order against him?”
The question comes out fast and with a little more fear than I expect.Like before, saying it out loud makes it more real, more concerning.
“That’s a hard question to answer,” Sloane replies.“I want to tell you yes because he’s a dick and I hate him, but it’s hard to know if you’re overreacting or being dramatic.At least that’s how it always felt when it came to my mom.”
“That’s exactly how I feel.Am I just pissed because he won’t go away, or am I really at risk for something bad happening?”
“Has he done anything recently besides show up at the bar and be the annoying dick he’s always been?”Sloane asks, and I swallow hard.
“He painted the word ‘whore’ on the wall in mine and Miles’s bedroom, and Miles kept it from me.He just painted over it like it never happened.”
