Taryn turned.
Gasped.
Fresh paint covered the walls. Someone had replaced all the tables and chairs. The fixtures, too. Only…
“It looks like my vision board.”
Well, minus the signs, which she had planned to make herself.
This had to be a dream.
She squeezed her eyes shut and opened them.
Still there.
She pinched herself. “Ouch.”
Feeling pain meant she wasn’t asleep, and this was real.
A thrill shot through her.
But how? Who?
She floated to the new front counter and ran her fingertips along the surface. Everything was perfect, exactly as she imagined when she pored over magazines and catalogs.
Footsteps sounded in the kitchen.
Taryn straightened. “Jayden.”
Garrett came out. He wore a Lawson’s Bakery apron and a white cap over his white shirt and jeans. “Welcome to Lawson’s Bakery.”
She glanced around as if someone would jump out and explain what was going on, but no one appeared. “I don’t understand.”
He rocked back on his heels. “The night before Callie and Brandt’s wedding, I saw your plans for the remodel. I wanted to do this for you.”
“You?”
Garrett nodded. “This is your dream, and I want it to come true.”
“Thank you.” Tears blurred her vision. She blinked. It didn’t help. “I wish—”
“The other part of your dream would come true, too.”
Once again, he read her so well. She nodded.
“It can.”
She startled. “Say what?”
“Both of your dreams are coming true, Taryn.” He wiped his hand on the front of the apron. “You’re right. I can work anywhere, but you can’t take this place with you. Lawson’s Bakery is part of your family. It’s your legacy. And I want to help you make it a success.”
She sniffled. “I love you.”
He went around the counter to stand next to her. “I love you.”
Her heart skipped a beat. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
“Believe. And I…”
