She opened the message and grinned. “A message from Drew.”
Do you still love lasagna?
She fired back:Is this a trick question?
Maybe.
She laughed.Why?
Come over tonight and I’ll cook for you.
What can I bring?
You work in a bakery. You’ll think of something.
I’ll be there after I go home and change.
Perfect.
Her heart flopped around like a fish.Another date with Drew!Then she shook her head.It’s not a date. We’re friends!
“Well?” Mom asked, bringing her back to the present. “What did he say? From the looks of it, it was good.”
“He’s going to cook for me tonight.”
Dani appeared in the doorway. “Who? Drew?”
“Were you spying on me, Dani?” Kacey asked.
Dani shrugged. “Mom is going to tell me anyway, so you might as well spill it.”
“Drew is going to cook for her tonight,” Mom said.
Dani clapped her hands. “How romantic!”
Kacey couldn’t hide her smile.
“I always knew you two would wind up together.” Mom wagged a finger at her.
Kacey rolled her eyes. “He never liked me that way.”
“That might have been true then, but I’m sure he does now,” Dani said, and Mom nodded.
Kacey was grateful when the bell above the door rang and a group of teenage girls headed toward the counter. “Welcome to Morningside Bakery. How may I help you?” she asked, but her hands trembled with the idea that Drew might possibly care for her.
Later that evening Drew glanced over the table and rubbed his hands together. The table was set with candles, along with a bowl of salad. The lasagna and garlic bread sat on the kitchen counter ready to be served, and their delicious scents permeated his little cottage. Now he just needed his guest of honor.
When the doorbell rang, he brushed his hands down his green button-down shirt and his best pair of chinos before heading toward the door. He pulled it open, and Kacey stood on the porch holding a bakery box.
She looked beautiful with her thick blonde hair cascading past her shoulders in waves, her blue eyes accentuated by makeup. Her bright smile reminded him of the summer sun. “Hi,” she said, sounding almost shy. Did she seem different tonight?
“Come in,” he said, opening the door wide. “You’re right on time.”
She stepped past him into the house. “It smells heavenly in here.”
“Thank you. Let me take your coat.”
She set the bakery box on a nearby chair and shucked her coat. “This place is amazing! I told you, I always wondered what it looked like inside. Could I have the twenty-five-cent tour before we eat?”
