I laugh, picking up the note attached to it.
For the next time I do something wrong, I give you permission to use this.
I stick the tiny rolling pin in my apron pocket with a smile. He’s pretty good at fixing things, but he’s incredible at making me happy.
“London!” Sean calls.
I leave the office and find him by the counter. “What?”
“So…two things. One, we’re out of all the samples, but Grady is making more right now.”
What? How did I not notice? I made hundreds of samples and it’s only been a few hours. “Sean, how many are you giving away?”
He purses his lips. “Probably more than I should. But Crew said he was training to be Spiderman and that requires at least five mini cupcakes.”
I shake my head. He’s much too kind and giving. And I’d never fault him for it.
“What’s the second thing?”
“There’s a reporter from the paper asking for you. He’s sitting over there next to your dad.”
I glance at my dad’s table to find the two of the men happily chatting away. Hopefully saying all good things about the store. “Did you over-serve him samples as well?”
“Of course. So anyway—”
“You!” Sean and I both jump at the loud screech that just came from the front door. There are three sullen figures in long dresses and dark capes.
Sean curses.
“Sean?” I gasp, my eyes frantically darting between the reporter and the witches coven. How many witches make up a coven? Never mind, there are more pressing issues.
“You’re the one who took our cat!” the one in the center calls before the three of them pull out wands and rush toward Sean.
“On second thought, I am way overserving. I’m going to do you a favor and fire myself,” Sean says a split second before kissing my cheek and sprinting out the back door with three angry witches hot on his tail.
“Dessert and entertainment.” Sean’s grandma chuckles, raising what looks like a bottle of wine. I do not sell wine. “Doesn’t get better than that, folks.”
I, for one, hope it does get better. And that none of this ends up in the article.
The man writing the article meets me at the counter. “You know, you didn’t need to try and impress me with the witch act. Your baking speaks for itself. I loved everything I tried. Everyone in Phoenix needs to visit your bakery, and that’s exactly what I’m going to put in my article.”
My jaw drops. “Are you serious?” About so many things. First, he thought I was trying to impress him. I could kiss Sean for his craziness. But did he love it that much? I know it’s only one person’s positive opinion, but that’s all I need for now. One person at a time.
This is the best grand opening I could have imagined.
Given the witches don’t curse my boyfriend.
Bonus Epilogue
Sean
Just One More Bentley Christmas
TwoYearsLater
There have been many wild holidays in my time. But this one takes the cake. And not because Emmett got into the actual cake twenty minutes ago. Which was unfortunate because it was my favorite kind my beautiful wife made just for me.
It’s fine, though. It would just go to my stomach, which currently cannot hold anything more than the twelve-pound watermelon strapped to it.
