We spend several hours walking the aisles, checking out tons of items.There are so many it’s hard to decide what to get, but after researching, we settle on a convection oven, two display cases, a mixer and a refrigerator.
A man working at the warehouse helps Miles load everything into the bed of the truck and onto the trailer, and before we know it, we’re on our way back.
“This feels crazy,” I say, trying to process it all.“We just bought everything we need to get started, like it’s happening.”
“It’s always been happening, Daisy.This is your dream, something we talked about daily, and now that I have the money to make it happen, I wasn’t going to let that slip by.”
He stops for a second, reaching over to take my hand.Lacing his fingers with mine, he brings it to his mouth, pressing a gentle kiss on each knuckle.
“Leaving you was horrible, and what happened after was even worse, but it made it all worth it by getting to do this with you,” Miles admits, and I couldn’t agree more.
Without the money he made from touring, we wouldn’t be able to do this.All I can hope is that one day I can repay him by making this bakery a success.
Not only do I want it for myself and Miles, but I want it for our little community too.I want to be able to give back to them, give them a place to come and enjoy, for tourists to explore and see what a local bakery is like.
The dreams I have for this aren’t just about me, but about everyone around me.Someday, Miles and I will pass this business along to our kids, and the same goes for Olsen’s Boards.Our kids will have something to be proud of, a career they can keep going.
“Thank you,” I say as we’re pulling around back of the bakery.“I honestly can’t thank you enough.”
Slipping my hand around the back of his neck, I pull him to me, kissing him.Resting my forehead against his now, I close my eyes.
“Miles, what you’re doing is nothing short of amazing.I just hope I can?—”
He cuts me off, kissing me again.
“I want you to know that no matter what happens, Daisy, we’re in this together.You don’t have to have hope.We just need each other.We’re doing this.Together.”
It’samazing how much can change in a few months.It’s amazing how much can change in just a few weeks, but that’s exactly what’s happened.
“Thoughts?”Daze asks as I walk into the kitchen, wrapping my arms around her from behind.She’s holding a cupcake up to me, and I grin, taking a huge bite as I rest my chin on her shoulder.
“Holy shit, babe,” I say around a mouthful of cake, swallowing before I take another bite.“This is amazing.”
Daisy grins before taking a bite herself, nodding as she chews as though she agrees.
“You know,” I start, my hands moving to her hips, gripping them hard as I pull her ass against me.“If you keep making me taste all these delicious cakes, I’m gonna have to step up my workouts.”
“Oh yeah?”she asks, a smile on her face as she glances back at me.“Like hit the gym more often, you mean?”
“No,” I growl, shaking my head.“I was thinking I’d work it off with you.”
Daisy giggles as she rests her head back on my shoulder, an easy smile on her face as she looks up at me.We’re both exhausted after these past few weeks, but in the best possible way.
“You know I’ve got like thirty flavors worked out so far,” she says, her smile widening.“I’m gonna rotate through them to start, but they’re all going to need a taste test.”
I nuzzle against her neck, licking and sucking her skin, which smells of sugar.“Guess that means our new bed will be getting a hell of a workout.”
Daisy smiles, kissing me deeply as she turns in my arms, looping hers around my neck as she presses her body hard against mine, forcing me backward until I hit the kitchen island.
Grinning, I slide my hands down to her ass, grabbing it hard as I say, “You wanna get started, huh?”
She smiles against my mouth, grinding her hips against mine as she says, “Yes, but also no.”
“No?”I ask, surprised.Daisy never turns down sex.We never used to be able to get enough of each other before when we were kids, and nothing about that has changed since we got back together.If anything, our sex life has only gotten hotter, as though we’ve both been making up for lost time.
She pulls back, her cheeks flushed.“I mean, it is a food prep area,” she starts.“Is it kinda gross if we have sex here?”
“We’ve had sex in our kitchen before,” I reply with a shrug.
