“Are you glad we found each other?”
“I’m shocked we found each other. Up until Levi and Brooke’s wedding, you were working in Afghanistan and I was in Montana. You can’t get more different than that.”
A weight lifted off Zac’s shoulders. “That’s true.”
“And you like pumpkin soup. Ihateany kind ofsoup.”
“I’m feeling better already.” He grinned at the smile on Willow’s face. “Maybe we should make a list of all the differences between us. When everything feels as though it’s going too well, we can read the list and feel normal again.”
“Has anyone ever told you you’re a little weird?”
“No, but I’m glad you’re the first. That’s another thing we can add to the list.”
Willow groaned and Zac fell even more in love with her.
Chapter Fourteen
On Tuesday morning,Willow was busy in her studio when someone knocked on her front door. She glanced at her watch, thinking it must be Zac. They’d decided to explore the trails crisscrossing the mountain, but he wasn’t supposed to be here for another hour.
When she opened the door, she frowned. “Aren’t you supposed to be on your way to the airport?”
Brooke waved away her concern. “This won’t take more than a couple of minutes. I have to decide what fudge will be featured on Sweet Treats website. If I don’t let Kathleen and Megan know before I leave, they won’t have enough time to make it. Would you try some samples and tell me which ones you like the best?”
Willow was beginning to think Brooke had lost her mind. “Your plane leaves in three hours. You should be thinking about your honeymoon, not fudge flavors.”
“I’ve been obsessed with finding the right combination of fudge for the last week. Nothing is working and Levi is no help. If we can choose the flavors today, I won’t be thinking about it while I’m in Vancouver.”
Willow sighed. “I’d be happy to help. What flavors did you bring?”
“I got it down to four. Cookies and cream, peanut butter, maple walnut, and berry delight.”
“My taste buds are drooling already.” Willow walked into the kitchen and pulled out a stool for Brooke. “Do you want to give me a sample of each flavor or should I randomly select a piece of fudge?”
Brooke opened the box she was holding. “Do it randomly. That way the flavor will be a total surprise.”
Willow leaned against the counter and closed her eyes.
“Take your time. There’s no pressure.”
“Are you sure? I’ll feel terrible if you miss your flight.”
“Don’t worry. Choose a piece of fudge.”
Willow dipped her hand into the box. After she bit into the soft, creamy, fudge, she sighed. “Have I told you how amazing you are?”
Brooke laughed. “That’s because you’ve got a huge sweet tooth. Tell me what the flavor is and, out of five, what you would score it for taste, texture, and, when you open your eyes, overall appearance.”
“Berry delight. Five, five, and…” Willow opened her eyes, “five.”
“Are you sure?”
Willow took another bite. “Absolutely. Anyone who bought this fudge wouldn’t be disappointed. It has just the right amount of berry flavor and melts in your mouth. I like the ripple effect of the red, purple, and pink color, too.”
“That’s the berry juice. It took a lot of experimenting to keep the colors separate, but it was worth the effort.” Brooke rustled the box. “Now for number two.”
Willow closed her eyes and chose another piece of fudge. “Peanut butter. Five, five, and…” She studied the light caramel color. It was just as well Brooke had only brought one piece of each flavor. Otherwise, she’d be here all day nibbling on the sweet treats. “And a five for overall appearance. I’m a sucker for any fudge that looks like a warm ball of sunshine.”
By the time Willow scored the cookies and cream, and maple and walnut flavors, Brooke still didn’t have two clear winners. In Willow’s humble opinion, each piece of fudge was as good as the others.
