“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” He laughs and grabs the mixer to shut it off. He grins at the camera while I wait for the explosion.
But he just laughs. “And that’s why we always double-check the lock on the mixer, guys. Let’s get this place cleaned up and then we’ll get back to the scones we’re baking.” He turns to me. “It will only take us a couple of minutes. But you can stop recording if you want to.”
Shaking my head, stunned, I just keep going, fascinated by the guy that fills the screen.
Gorgeous, sense of humor and just plain nice? Sign me up for that please!
But this is a job. And this guy probably has about a million women chasing him.
There’s no way he’d ever be interested in someone like me.
Chapter 3
Mark
She’slike a delicate little fairy standing there sparkling with little flakes of flour still dancing in the air around her like magic fairy dust.
She’s pale and soft, with curves like a mountain road and the most beautiful cinnamon eyes I’ve ever seen. Warm and bright and smiling. Her chestnut hair is wild, wavy and down to the middle of her back. Immediately all I can think about is getting my hands on it. Wrapping it around my fingers until she can’t move, can’t get away from me.
I feel like a lunatic and I can tell that Casey is noticing that something’s up. Hopefully she doesn’t guess because the girl has been driving me crazy trying to set me up with all kinds of women that come into the bakery. If she figures out that I want this one, she might just push a little faster than she’s ready to go.
I’m all in. I’m not sure I should be. My ex kinda proved that women can be downright untrustworthy but something about this smiling, glorious angel makes me think that when she decides who is hers, she doesn’t run away.
Since that’s me…well, we’ll work on it.
I glance up and see a sudden look of weariness cross her delicate face and that sparkle that exists around her seems to dim just a little bit.
“Alright, kids! Time to clean up and put our things in the oven. I’ll grab them for you and we’ll get them baked. While we’re baking, I’m going to show you some different ways that you can change up a plain muffin recipe, which I’ve also included for you guys. If you come to my next class, we’re going to work on those. So be thinking about which ones you want to do.”
I move away from the kids and nod my head at Casey to indicate she should help the kids. With a few quick trips I’ve got the stuff baking and Casey is showing the kids how the timers work on the ovens.
“Hey,” I whisper, standing next to her. “Are you alright?”
She looks up at me and I swear it feels like I’m falling when I look in her soft brown eyes. Honey brown and green flecks are scattered in her irises and my eyes can’t seem to look away. I’m struck dumb by how damn beautiful she is.
“I’m fine. Why do you ask?”
“You look tired. Like you’re running on fumes right now. I just wondered if you’re okay.”
Her brows crinkle up and she smiles at me. “I’m fine. I just have issues with getting tired.”
Studying her, I know that she’s not telling me the truth. Or at least she’s omitting something bigger than she gets tired. But I don’t push her. Something says that this woman is a little skittish around men. Hell, maybe around everyone.
“Hi!” A bright voice beside us makes me cringe and the sparkle in Casey’s eyes has me backing away from Lily quickly.
“Did you like the class? My dad is a really great teacher. All the kids talk about him all the time. All the moms too.”
Lily smirks. “I just bet they do.”
I think for the first time in my life, I actually blush. I can feel it burning on my cheeks and all the way to the roots of my hair and she laughs.
“Did you get everything you need?”
“If it’s alright with you, I’d like to sit over here out of the way and watch you talk to the kids about these substitutions. See what else you’re doing besides teaching them to cook.”
“I’m teaching them to bake. A lot of times if someone’s an amazing baker they’re a terrible cook. And vice versa.”
“Why is that?”
