“Nothing happened.”
“I don’t believe you. But since I’m too far away to get the truth out of you I’ll let it go for now. But this is not over.”
“Miss you Wills,” I said and wished she was here even though she would pry the truth out of me in no time. I heard Jameson in the background and smiled when Willa giggled at something he had said.
“Go and enjoy your holiday. And send me more photos,” I said.
“Will do. Love you Estrella.”
“Love you too.”
We hung up and I walked into Sweet Dreams to pick up the two dozen donuts for the meeting today. Turned out all the guys loved sugar, and there would be a revolt if there wasn’t enough to snack on during their weekly meeting.
“Hey, honey. Be right there,” Rayna called out from behind the counter. She was busy rearranging her display case, adding more sugary goodness. She owned one of the most popular bakeries in the area, and people often drove for over an hour just to buy her pastries.
“No rush, I’m on company time,” I said and grinned. The more time I didn’t have to spend in the office, the better. Things between Mason and I were tense. He was ruder than usual, and I was panic-inventing new words every time I talked to him. So far today I had called him a two-headed-cockpuss—whatever the hell that was—a butthanger, and a coddywhompus asshole.
He acted like he never dragged me out of a hotel room, and I made sure he knew how displeased I was. The only feeling I now had whenever he was close was murderous rage.
I needed to eat away my feelings and Rayna was just the person to help me out.
“How is it going over there, anyway? I talked to Willa last week, but she didn’t mention the garage.”
“It’s going. But what I really want to know is what you can recommend today?”
Rayna grinned at my topic change but let me get away with it. I had known her ever since Willa and I became friends. She was everything you could want in an aunt. She supported Willa without question, was nice to everyone no matter how crazy they drove her, and always had something on hand that was delicious to eat.
“I just made some lemon infinities. Want to taste one before you make up your mind? I need to know if they’re any good anyway.”
I held out my hand and nodded. “Yes please.”
She dropped a small pastry that looked like a mini figure eight into my hand. I took a bite and had to hold back the groan that wanted to escape. They were the perfect lemony, sugar goodness I needed in my life.
“They are amazing. You are a genius, Rayna. I’ll take ten. And two dozen donuts. Just mix them up, you know how the guys are; they’ll eat any flavor.” My eyes roamed the shelves, greedily drinking in the different pastries. “And maybe a few brownies. Just in case.”
Rayna grabbed a pair of tongs and started filling paper bags. “No problem.”
“Put it all on the Drake account,” I instructed. “And can you please make me a chocolate milkshake?”
She laughed and shook her head. “So, it’s one of those days.”
“I think I need to medicate myself with sugar and see where the high takes me.”
Rayna put the bags on the counter and scooped ice cream into a metal cup. She put it under a mixer and added milk and her homemade chocolate syrup.
“All right, darling girl, here you go,” she said and handed me my giant cup of diabetes.
“Thank you, Rayna, you are a lifesaver.”
“I knew it was going to be a good day when I got up this morning. Another life saved, thanks to my incredible baking skills,” she said and winked at me.
I laughed and grabbed the paper bags. “See you tomorrow.”
I drove as slow as I could, dragging the ten-minute drive out to fifteen. When I got back, I parked in the employee parking lot and after one last sip of my milkshake, I carried everything into the office.
“Finally. I’m starving,” Landon said as soon as he saw me. He relieved me of all the bags and carried them to the meeting room, which doubled as Mason and Jameson’s office and had a big enough table to fit everyone. I dumped my purse in a desk drawer and grabbed a notepad and pen and walked into mayhem.
Clay was throwing something at Darren, who was busy taking a donut from the box on the table and ignoring everyone around him. Landon was moving the box around, while shoving one donut after the other into his mouth. Music was blaring from a speaker mounted to the wall, and Mason stood in the middle of the chaos talking on the phone.
