“Are you doing anything this weekend?” he asks.
Rolling back a smile, I shake my head. “No.”
“Would, uh, would you like to come to my parents’ for dinner on Sunday?” he asks.
“To see the greenhouse?” I tease.
He chuckles, the corner of his eyes crinkling. “Or maybe just to see me.”
“Well, I must say, that’s much more enticing than a greenhouse.” I smile, getting better at this flirting thing.
His eyes glint, and we stand there smiling at one another before he clears his throat. “Maybe I’ll finally get that kiss.”
My breath hitches, and I feel my cheeks redden. “Maybe,” I whisper.
His dimples deepen, and he tips his head. “I’ll see you later, Jade.”
“Bye.” I wave.
“Have a good day,” he adds before leaving.
“You too!” I call out, still flushed from what just occurred. Taking a moment to compose myself, I look around the empty shop and do a little happy dance before heading back to the kitchen to finish with the cookies.
Six hours later, we finish packaging up all the cookies and can finally rest. I plop down, letting out a groan, Sarah and Wren following suit.
“I’m wiped.” Wren sighs.
“Me too,” I say just as the ding of the door rings out. Groaning, I go to stand up, but Sarah says she’s got it.
“Thank you.” I sigh.
As soon as the kitchen doors swing closed behind her, Wren’s and my eyes go wide when we hear an irritated and slightly angry, “What the hell are you doing here?”
Getting up quickly, we halt when the voice that comes next explains Sarah’s outburst. “Just coming to get something to eat, like every other patron.”
“You’ve never set foot in here before, there’s no need to start now,” Sarah growls.
Hayes chuckles. “God, I love it when you’re bossy.”
“For the love of God, just leave.”
“Tell me,” he says. “What are you doing with Ford Winslow?”
“It’s none of your goddamn business, now leave!” she shouts.
“Why don’t you save some of that anger and attitude for the bedroom and show me how angry and bossy you can really be, sweetheart.”
“That’s it,” Sarah says angrily.
Wren and I push through the kitchen doors when a cupcake goes flying and hits Hayes directly in the chest. My eyes go wide, but he chuckles, swiping his finger through the icing and licking it seductively, eyes never leaving Sarah.
“I could go for a little food play, if that’s what you’re into,” he says with a wink.
Sarah’s eyes narrow, and she reaches for another cupcake, but I grab onto her arm to stop her.
“Down girl,” I tell her.
“Hayes, just leave,” Wren says, pushing her brother towards the door.
