“I’m going to read it.”
“Sure.”
“I am.”
“Okay,” I reply with a smile, not believing him in the slightest.
I bite my lip and do my best to keep up all the way back to the truck. Dutton opens my door and then drives into town, where we once again have dinner at Hudson’s Bar. This time though, there are fewer stares, fewer whispers, and less fidgeting from Dutton.
The start of what seems to be a true friendship.
One I’m very much looking forward to having.
Chapter
Eleven
DUTTON
“Why are you smiling like that?”Gavin asks, strutting into my office and plopping himself into one of the chairs across from my desk.
I look at him over the top of my computer screen. He’s in dress pants and a button-up shirt, one leg crossed over the other with his arms resting wide over the arms of the chair.
Someone’s relaxed.
“Like what?” I ask.
He points at me. “That’s why I’m asking. I’ve never seen you smile like this before.”
I raise a brow to his response and then turn my screen to face him.
“Who double-booked the first weekend in November?” I ask, changing the subject.
“What?” Gavin drops the foot that was set on his knee with a thud and leans forward to look at my screen. “How did that happen?”
“That’s why I’m asking you,” I point out.
“I have no clue. What’s our game plan? Who caught it?”
A grin takes over my lips at his last question.
Brooke emailed me about twenty minutes ago, asking if I was aware that she was scheduled to make two cakes for the same night but for different couples.
I can’t explain it, but her email—her run-of-the-mill, no-nonsense, two equals talking to one another like adults email—bugs me.
It has no Brooke sass, and it’s just plain boring.
I’d been crafting a reply to get her all wound up when Gavin walked in.
“Brooke did,” I finally answer my brother's question. “Both weddings booked her for the cake.”
“Oooh, Brooke, huh,” he says, a grin stretching his lips. He leans back again and pulls his phone from his pocket.
He has more to say. I know he does.
“Whatever you want to say, say it now. I’m not going to give you another chance,” I warn him.
He answers by shoving his phone screen in my face.
