I nod earnestly.
“I wanted to see if Uncle Jesse could make me a bouquet for my crush.”
Urgh, my heart. “Oh yeah?”
He nods and I hold out my hand. “Well, let’s go find him and see.”
He sets his tiny, warm hand in mine, and we head toward the line of tables where all the gorgeous men are lined up. It really is genius marketing keeping all of them together.
Walker is helping one of the guys fix the leg on his table, and from his bent-over position, I get quite the eyeful of my favorite denim-covered ass. He huffs and runs his hands through his hair as he stands, his face lighting up when he spots Quinn. Or maybe it’s the two of us. Because there’s a look in his eye that makes me think he’s picturing a life years from now. One where I’m holding another little boy’s hand.
Shit. The man calls me his girlfriend and my brain starts conjuring up babies. I shake my head and force a big smile. “Look who I found!”
“You here to help?” Walker asks and nods toward the farm table where my mom is fixing the bouquets that are lined up in glass jars that sayROSIE’S BREWERYon them.
“I’ll leave you two to it,” I say as I release Quinn’s hand. “Make sure he gives you the prettiest one,” I tell him. Walker looks at Quinn, intrigued, and I spot his cowboy hat on the table. “And make sure he’s wearing that while he prepares it for you.”
Walker’s resounding chuckle has me smiling as I headback to my table, where I see a line forming. “What’s happening?” I mumble to Rosie.
“Oh my God, are you the girl?” a teenager says as I settle behind the table.
I glance at Rosie. “I don’t know, am I?”
Rosie snorts. “What can we get for you?”
“Would you make my cake for my sweet sixteen? Can you do it like this?” She pushes the screen of her phone toward me, and I see a photo of the wedding cake from last night. Wow, word around town spreads fast.
“Did someone put a picture of it in the town chat?” I ask Rosie.
“Oh my God!” I hear Penny scream from my mother’s table. Her chair tips backward and she lands in the dirt, though she barely reacts as she crawls toward us. When she reaches us, Penny jumps up and pushes the phone at me. “Your cake is viral!”
“My cake is viral?” I parrot, not understanding what she’s saying.
“Yes! Hannah Hall tagged the farm in a post of her and Daniel kissing behind your cake! She tagged the farm and it’s gone viral! The photo already has fifty thousand likes!”
“Holy shit.”
The girl in front of me nods. “Yeah, so do you think you could do it? My mom said I have a budget of two hundred dollars.”
My eyes widen. “You want to pay me two hundred dollars to bake you a cake?”
Someone from behind her yells “Can I have one, too? It’s for my mother’s eightieth birthday.”
“What is happening?” I murmur to Rosie.
She smiles at me. “Looks like you, Tally girl, are famous.”
The next few hours are a dream. The line at my table hasn’t stopped, so Billie comes over to help handle money while Penny and Rosie take orders and I answer questions about my recipes. Are things gluten free? No, but I can work on that next. Does something contain peanuts or sesame or coconut extract? By lunch, I have an entire menu in my head that I can make for next week so I can sell even more items for all those with food allergies and other dietary restrictions.
“I have to go to the bathroom,” I mumble as I look at the line that hasn’t let up. Thank God I made so many treats. We’re making a killing on Walker’s favorite honey cupcakes with the salted honey buttercream frosting.
“Grab another bottle of prosecco on your way back!” Rosie calls.
I’ve just made it inside the brewery when I’m pulled back and shoved against the wall. I don’t have time to scream because Walker’s hand goes to my mouth and his brown eyes glow with mischief. “Shhh, Wildflower, it’s just me.”
A thrill runs through me when I realize he’s got me pressed against the wall right out of view of the window to the market. Where all our friends and family are.
Walker is wearing the cowboy hat I love, but it’s going to get in the way of what I really want, which is his mouth on mine. So I reach up and toss it to the floor. Walker licks his lips. “Hi.”
