He ducked back into the kitchen, the door swinging shut. Miles grinned at me. “Doesn’t he just have a way with words?”
“You two are the perfect match.” I scanned the doughnuts in the pastry case.
“We’re lucky.”
“How did you know he was the one for you?”
Miles tilted his head. “Well, he did glaze my hole just right…”
“Miles!”I laughed. “I’m trying to be serious here.”
“Sorry, sorry.” He hummed, and I braced myself for another sexual innuendo. “We didn’t always know. I know all the movies say you look at someone and you just know.” He shrugged. “Sometimes that’s how it works. With us…I guess we just had to get out of our own way and choose to believe we were better together than apart.”
“That’s actually really insightful. Thanks.”
Miles waved a hand. “Don’t mention it, darling. Just order some dang holes before Jake gets back out here.”
“I’ll take three raspberry jelly rolls, two maple glazed doughnuts, and…” I trailed off as Miles narrowed his eyes at me.
I smiled sweetly. “A dozen chocolate glazed holes please.”
“Now, you’re speaking my language.” He rang up the order, filling a cup with holes and packing the other doughnuts into asmall bag. “Coffee?”
“God no.” Everyone knew their coffee was like burnt motor oil. I shuddered.
His gaze slid toward me, looking unimpressed.
“Uh, we’ll grab three drinks from the cooler,” I said.
“Okay, got it.”
The door chimed, and Jamie joined me at the counter, inhaling deeply. “It always smells so delicious in here.”
Miles handed me my purchase.
Jamie glanced at the bag. “Tell me you got some maple?—”
“Do you know me at all? Of course I got your favorite.”
“Yay!” Jamie followed me to the cooler, where I pulled out a bottle of water for me, a smoothie for Silas, and Jamie picked out some milk. “It was a great idea to meet up this morning. I’m so excited to be working on this wed?—”
“Shh!” Jamie’s voice was rising with excitement, and Miles was looking mighty curious. That man was gossip central. If our grooms wanted to keep their nuptials on the down-low, we needed to respect their wishes.
“Sorry,” Jamie whispered, wiggling like one of the dogs he adored. “I just love that they’re finally doing it. So romantic.”
“I know.” I chuckled. “I’m sureno onesaw that coming when they got together.”
We took seats at a table in the corner, and I opened my bag to pull out my order catalog. Silas texted this morning to say he’d finally pinned down the grooms’ choices enough to make an order. Their schedules were super busy, and they’d finally given him free rein to take their input and work his magic.
It had been the perfect excuse to suggest we meet up at Glazed Holes. One, because I needed sugar as a pick-me-up after a restless night, and two, because I desperately needed my friends to tell me I hadn’t lost my mind by hooking up with Damon.
I’d demolished one raspberry jelly roll by the time Silas came rushing in. “Sorry, got a call from a potential client. I tried to hurry, but you know how excited brides get.”
He opened and shut his hand in the universal sign for yap-yap-yap.
“It’s fine,” I said. “I’m not in a hurry.”
“Except to gorge on jelly rolls, apparently,” Silas said, giving me a concerned look as I took a massive bite.
