Page 10 of It Happened Duo
“Really, I don’t want to bother you.”
“Now look, Chelsea, you’ve got him all riled up. He won’t be able to sleep tonight unless you spill the beans,” Louisa lamented, glaring over the top of her gold-rimmed glasses.
“Fine. It was no big deal, but our food delivery from Delaney’s didn’t arrive, and they claimed I never sent the order in, even though I am certain I did. They said theycouldn’t do anything about it and I’d have to wait until next week to place an order.”
“What? Delaney’s has never been difficult before. Me and old Delaney go way back; must be his nephews being such pricks taking over the business. Want I should give them a call?” Doug got bent out of shape about it, and there was Louisa’s arm, holding him back.
“No, I handled it. Thankfully, between Sophie and Maisy, they gathered a bunch of their college mates and hit as many grocery stores as they could to help make up for it. Now I’m all stocked up until the next scheduled delivery, and I’ll make double sure the orders go in the next time,” I finished strongly, again covering up the challenge with a grin that split my face.
I still didn’t understand how that happened. I knew I hit the submit button, but they claimed they never received the order. No matter. Things worked out, and I wouldn’t dwell on it.
“Well, honey, one thing for sure is that you’ll have a lot of ups and a few downs along the way. But I think you’ve got a good head on your shoulders for this. Keep enjoying the process.” He leaned in with lips puckered, and I offered my cheek for the kiss.
“So, about the lease?—”
He stopped me with his hands up. “We have until New Year’s Eve. No rush. Just keep doing the amazing job you’re doing and we’ll check in with you next month.”
He was right, but that didn’t stop my shoulders from drooping. We had time to think about things. No senserushing. Besides, he didn’t ask me about Mom or Colt or Holly Creek. If he had, I wouldn’t have been able to cover up the fact that I missed them all terribly.
After they left, I finished baking up two peach pies, ready for the next day’s lunch rush, and checked myself in the mirror. Ever since Sophie helped me get started with a new social media page for the deli, I attempted to go live at least once daily with the special of the day or other news.
A quick glance assured me I had no flour on my cheek like the first time. And I undid an extra button on my blouse becausesex sells,Sophie told me.
“Hello friends of the city. It’s me, Chelsea, at the Sun-Up Deli, back again with some yummy treats.” I hovered the camera, showing me plus the pies on the old marble countertop, one of my favorite things here. Admittedly, the deli could use a remodel, and someday I hoped I could afford it, but some things would remain, like this marble slab, perfect for baking.
I zoomed in on the peach pies and took a whiff. “Mm. Fresh peaches ripe from the market today, and now ready to serve in pies by the slice. Let’s try one, shall we?”
I already had a small slice on a delicate white china plate with frilly edges. I zoomed in again. “Look at that beautiful, flaky crust, dusted with sugar. I’m not even going to ruin this slice with whipped cream or ice cream, although you can if you order a slice tomorrow. Nope, today, I’m going straight to the flavor of peach pie in my bite.”
Using my fork, I cut into the slice and put it in mymouth, closing my eyes and moaning for full effect. “Oh God. So good. You really must try this. My mouth is having an orgasm. Stop on by for lunch tomorrow and yours can, too.”
My cheeks must be burning, but I continued on. “Buy any sandwich and add on a slice of pie for three dollars. But hurry, only two pies, so only sixteen slices—well, fifteen now. Mm.” I stuffed another bite into my mouth, moaned and logged off.
I cringed, but marketing was necessary, and hopefully that would entice more customers to stop by, although I was getting to know our regulars and enjoyed each one. Yes, some had snarky New York attitudes, but I didn’t let that stop me from putting a little love into each menu item we made.
I put the pies in the case, ready for tomorrow. My workers had all left for the day, and it was time to head home. At the door, with one last look around the deli, I nodded, satisfied with another day done.
I locked up and crossed the concourse of the Buchanan building, heading for the subway. Each afternoon since the speed date, I had peered up to the top of the building, wondering if Rex was up there somewhere looking down at me. But not this time. I was too proud of myself and full of hope for my future with the deli.
7
IGNITED AT THE OPERA
CHELSEA
The usher walkedus to our seats, getting closer and closer to the stage.
“Sophie, who did you say you got these tickets from?” I asked.
“My computer arts professor has a brother in the orchestra. She offered the tickets to whoever had the best score on the exam this week,” she whispered.
Since there were only two tickets, Maisy said she didn’t want to go, and I was so grateful for this opportunity to see my first opera. Tonight we chose elegant little black dresses to wear, and might actually fit in.
With our hair swept up off our necks and dangling pearl earrings, we wouldn’t look too out of place among the patrons who appeared to be pretty dressed up, with men in their tuxedos and women in gowns, diamonds, and satin gloves.
No matter. Tonight, I would cross another thing off my New York City bucket list.
When the usher finally stopped at the front row—The. Front. Row.—he motioned to the last two empty seats on the aisle. I ducked in first, then Sophie after me. Once I settled, my elbow brushed the man sitting next to me and a ping of electricity startled me. I nervously smiled at the man to apologize—and it was Rex, looking about as shocked as I was to see him.
