I didn’t know I needed one. A happily-ever-after, I mean.
Also, she says she’s too busy to blog.
Like I have all the free time in the world. My cousin and I own and operate the Bridgeview Bakery and Bistro. So far we’ve managed to restrict our hours to seven-to-five, Tuesday through Saturday, but then we hired a marketing consultant to help us plan our third anniversary party, and it was super successful.
Too successful, really. There were people lined up down the block waiting to try a sample of Hailey’s fabulous cinnamon rolls, our luscious lemon squares, the peppermint chewy chocolate cookies, and everything else. Oh, and our most experienced employee broke her leg a couple of days before, and our newest hire turned out to be almost capable of wiping tables (but not much else, if you get my meaning).
Into that my author thought she’d inject a meet-cute? I’ve been reading romances all my life and I didn’t even know what a meet-cute was. I had to look it up in the dictionary. In case you don’t know, it’s defined as an amusing or charming first encounter between two characters that leads to the development of a romantic relationship between them.
Come on. Really? I’m so busy I can barely think, let alone develop a romantic relationship.
So we’re super busy. Short-staffed. I’m smiling and nodding and making lattes and plating treats and running the cash register while trying not to notice the line out the door, when suddenly I hear a crash on the tile floor. The kind of crash when ceramic meets ceramic.
Some little kid stretched to the top of a display case where he shouldn’t have even been able to reach and grabbed for a lemon square.
I knew I shouldn’t have put a priceless antique plate there, but it looked perfect, you know? The duck egg blue edges with the gold filigree around the ear handles set off the lemon while matching the distressed turquoise display case, and I couldn’t resist. Obviously, I should have, because my grandmother’s vintage plate is now in smithereens.
Hailey doesn’t even know I set it out. I’m not about to tell her. At least not today, in the middle of this melee.
My author thought THAT made a great meet-cute? The father of the little boy with the sticky fingers should turn out to be my prince charming?
Ha. No. I’ve been down the road of dating a single dad before. If you’ve read Berry on Top, you’ll know how THAT turned out for me. No, I like kids as much as the next gal, but I’ll have my own someday. Probably.
So, it turns out his name is Wesley Ferguson and his adorable motherless little boy is Sebastian. And he thinks he can fix the plate. He might be good-looking — okay, he’s really, really cute — but he’s also delusional, because it’s in over a dozen pieces.
And I don’t have time to be distracted.
Did I mention he’s cute? I scanned up. I did mention it, but my author refuses me the practicality of a delete key. It kind of makes me not trust her. She has THAT LOOK in her eye. You know the one. I’d better hang on for the ride, because it’s likely to be a doozy.
Still, maybe it won’t be so bad? Maybe it will be worth it? Because little Sebastian might just be weaseling his way into my heart… and maybe his adorable daddy is right there with him.
Oh, one more thing. My author asked me to let you know that my story, Flavors of Forever, is the fifth one in a series set in Bridgeview — sixth if you count the prequel — but she’s pretty sure you can enjoy it without having read the previous ones. From me to you, as an aside? Go ahead. Read my story, but I bet you’ll want to find out how some of my friends found the loves of their lives, too. There’s even a free prequel novella to thank you for joining my author’s email list. She’s got lots of exciting news coming up, so you want to be there, anyway! Subscribe here.
Want to see Bridgeview Bakery and Bistro, Wesley and Sebastian, and my gorgeous (broken) vintage plate? Check out Valerie’s Pinterest board for Flavors of Forever.
As her friends pair off, Kassidy North thinks happily-ever-after has passed her by, but she’s too busy running a busy bistro and once-a-month cooking club to be bothered by it. Much. Until a single dad moves into the neighborhood and threatens to invade her dreams and well-ordered life.
Metal sculptor Wesley Ferguson is a cynic when it comes to romance, but something in Kass makes him want to believe again. He’s not so sure he agrees when she insists forever love begins with God. What has God ever done for him?
Unable to avoid one another in the close-knit community of Bridgeview, Kass and Wesley develop the beginnings of a friendship. But when relationships break around them, can they see God as the glue capable of holding broken pieces together… forever?
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