“You need to put it into the GPS?”I ask, growing more anxious by the second.It seems that Tanner and Luna know where we’re going, as they both wished him good luck.
Good luck for what?
I swear, if we’re getting married and he didn’t tell me, I’m going to kill him.I’m wearing cutoffs and a tank—a typical outfit for me.
“Are we getting married?”I blurt out, and Miles’s head whips around so fast, I swear it might come off his neck.
“What?No!You think I’d do that without any of our friends or family?”he questions, his mouth falling open in shock.
“No, but you haven’t given me anything to go off of, and your mom and dad wished you good luck.I can’t figure out what it could be.Can you give me a hint?”
“We’ll be there in about twenty minutes, so until then, you want to ask me some yes or no questions?”Miles suggests, making it into a cute little game.
“Okay, so we aren’t getting married…” I trail off, trying to think of some yes and no questions for him.“Is it for the cottage?”
“No.”
“Is it for the bakery?”
“Yes.”
This causes me to pause, wondering what we could be marking off our to-do list today.I run through the list in my head, firing off questions like crazy now, but none of them get me any closer to knowing what we’re doing.
“We’re not getting permits.We’re only going twenty minutes away.It’s not meeting with more contractors.”
“All of this is correct, except the twenty minutes part,” Miles clarifies, and I look at him confused because that is what he told me earlier.“It’s not twenty minutes now.It’s like thirty seconds,” he adds, pointing at a building in front of us.
Pulling around back, it’s an industrial building with basically nothing distinguishing about it.I scan the area, again finding nothing but a few more buildings that look similar.If anything, this is not a place I would have gone to on my own, so hopefully Miles knows something I don’t.
“Ready?”he asks, climbing out of the truck.I follow him, leading to a door that is flanked by two oversized garage doors.
He pulls the door open, revealing a massive warehouse with tons and tons of items that I quickly realize are restaurant supplies—things we’ll need to start the bakery.
“Okay, so everything here is used, but in great condition.If something isn’t working, it’s noted on the attached tag,” Miles tells me.“This place is only open on Thursdays, and we have to take everything with us.No deliveries.”
I pull out my phone, bringing up the list of things I’ve researched I’ll need to get the bakery up and running.It’s a lot, but this place looks to have everything, and it’s even better that it’s discounted.
Commercial ovens can cost thousands—possibly tens of thousands.Mixers and refrigerators, display cases and scales, proofing cabinets.
“How are we going to get this all home?”I now ask, taking in the vast size of everything.
“That’s why we have the truck and the trailer, but we might need to come back.I’ve got Kai, Nate, Owen, and anyone else on call to help us unload it all too.”
Miles has thought of everything, and this warehouse literally has everything we need, but I’m hit with the cost—something Miles keeps telling me not to worry about.
How can I not worry about it?It’s more money than I ever thought I’d see in my life.I get that Miles did well, and the band is still making money despite being broken up, but that money won’t last forever.
“Listen, Daze,” Miles says, slipping an arm around my shoulders.He pulls me into his side, kissing the top of my head.“Stop worrying about the money.Neither of us has ever lived beyond our means, and we’ve never struggled to get by.The bakery is going to take off, and all of this will be worth it.I promise.”
I lean into him, letting the weight of his body comfort me and taking in his words.He’s right about it all.
I’ve worked at the bar and managed to pay rent, and I never felt like I was missing out.At times, I had to cut back to fix my Jeep or if the girls and I wanted to go out to dinner, but nothing major.
Miles has lessons and the surfboard company with his dad and brother.They’ve always landed big names in the surf world too.Custom boards bring in a lot of money, and eventually, Tanner will retire, and Miles and Kai will take over.
All of this is going through my head, knowing we can make this work.I want to make it work more than anything, and so does Miles.
“Okay, let’s do some shopping,” Miles announces, throwing his arms out in front of him, indicating the massive space.
