He’s silent for a moment, and panic sets in. But then he says, “We’ll be in New York at the end of July. We have a tasting already scheduled, but if you’re that confident in your girlfriend, I’ll have our party planner reach out and get something on the calendar.”
A shock of excitement courses through me. “I am that confident.”
Blake huffs out a chuckle. “Then it looks like I’ll be meeting you soon.”
“She’s the one making the cake,” I clarify. “Kennedy. My girlfriend.”
“And I have no doubt you’ll be hovering behind her the entire time.”
He hangs up before I can answer.
Jesus.
I don’t know if I’m scared or impressed.
Maybe both?
Kennedy studies me as I walk back into the living room. “Everything okay?”
I sit next to her and smooth out the crease forming between her brows with my thumb. “I think so. You know how Tyler’s sister is getting married in the winter?”
She nods, her messy bun bobbing with the motion. “Mm-hmm.”
“They’ll be in New York this summer.”
My girlfriend scrunches her nose, confusion creeping in. “Okay… but why do you care? I’m sure they’re a nice couple and all, but?—”
“Because they may hire you to make their wedding cake if the tasting goes well.”
She stares at me blankly. “What tasting?”
I wipe my hands on my pants, suddenly very aware that I may have overstepped and she’ll be upset. But it’s too late now. “The one you’re doing when they’re in town.”
“Cameron.” She says my name like a prayer and warning all at once. “Please explain what the hell you’re talking about.”
“I asked Tyler to get me in touch with his sister’s party planner fiancé called me instead. Intimidating dude, by the way.” I puff out a breath. “I probably should’ve asked you first, but I fucked up your opportunity with the Ashford-Chen wedding and even if you don’t blame me?—”
“Cam—”
“Let me finish.” I turn to face her fully, ignoring Maya and Sophie, who are absolutely listening to every word of this. “You said that you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be, and I believe that, but you also deserve every opportunity to show people how fucking talented you are. So yeah, I got yelled at by a British guy and then told him my girlfriend makes the best cakes and that they’d be stupid to not at least taste them.”
She continues staring, and I genuinely can’t tell if she’s about to kiss me or kill me.
“Please tell me if you’re happily surprised or if I fucked up again in a major way?—”
She angles in and kisses me.Thank fuck. It’s quick, sweet, and definitely shortened due to our audience. When she pulls back, her eyes are bright. “You are either the sweetest or most insane man I’ve ever dated.”
“I’m also the last man you’ll ever date.”
“You got that right, baby cakes.” She grins and leans in for another quick kiss.
The buzzer blares through the TV’s speakers, snagging my attention. It’s the end of the first period, and we’re down by one, which I’m stressed as hell about, but all I can focus on is Kennedy. Because she’s looking at me like I just handed her the world.
The satisfaction I get from that is way better than what I’d get from any game I could be playing.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
kennedy
