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Grabbing my coffee, I strode toward a nearby table at the same time someone new walked out from the back.
She carried a plate of cinnamon rolls, eyes down, brow creased with concentration.
Her chestnut-brown hair was pulled up in a high ponytail with a few loose strands framing her heart-shaped face. A navy-blue cardigan hung open over a white tee, mostly covered by a faded pink Beaumont Bakery apron smudged with flour and something that looked like frosting. Flour marked her cheek like she’d swiped at it without noticing.
She looked up at me with her big brown eyes and froze like a deer in headlights.
My brain short-circuited.
She blinked, startled, and the plate tipped. Three cinnamon rolls, that appeared to be freshly frosted, tumbled off the plate, down my shirt, and onto the floor.
Jessica, according to her name tag, looked horrified.
‘Oh my god—oh no—’ she stammered, depositing the now-empty plate on a table and grabbing a handful of napkins that she used to swipe at my shirt. ‘I’m so sorry!’
Her cheeks flushed pink.
I just stared, completely blank. Which, for me, was saying something.
She was pretty in that quiet, doesn’t-know-it way that sneaks up on you.
Her hand trembled when she grabbed more napkins and reiterated, ‘I’m so sorry.’ She glanced at Lainey, and it seemed like she was talking to her when she continued, ‘I promise I’m not usually this clumsy.’
Finally, my brain started working, and I took the napkins from her to wipe my shirt myself while assuring her, ‘That’s what washing machines are for.’
‘I can—I can wash it for you,’ she blurted out.
The offer, like her, was adorable. I wanted to pull her into a warm hug. Instead, I went with, ‘It’s fine. Seriously.’
She bit her bottom lip and nervously nodded her head before whispering, ‘Thank you for being so nice.’
‘You’re welcome,’ I said, though it came out rougher than I meant.
She looked up then, and I swear the whole room tilted.
And just like that, Haven Springs got complicated.
Genre: Romance
She carried a plate of cinnamon rolls, eyes down, brow creased with concentration.
Her chestnut-brown hair was pulled up in a high ponytail with a few loose strands framing her heart-shaped face. A navy-blue cardigan hung open over a white tee, mostly covered by a faded pink Beaumont Bakery apron smudged with flour and something that looked like frosting. Flour marked her cheek like she’d swiped at it without noticing.
She looked up at me with her big brown eyes and froze like a deer in headlights.
My brain short-circuited.
She blinked, startled, and the plate tipped. Three cinnamon rolls, that appeared to be freshly frosted, tumbled off the plate, down my shirt, and onto the floor.
Jessica, according to her name tag, looked horrified.
‘Oh my god—oh no—’ she stammered, depositing the now-empty plate on a table and grabbing a handful of napkins that she used to swipe at my shirt. ‘I’m so sorry!’
Her cheeks flushed pink.
I just stared, completely blank. Which, for me, was saying something.
She was pretty in that quiet, doesn’t-know-it way that sneaks up on you.
Her hand trembled when she grabbed more napkins and reiterated, ‘I’m so sorry.’ She glanced at Lainey, and it seemed like she was talking to her when she continued, ‘I promise I’m not usually this clumsy.’
Finally, my brain started working, and I took the napkins from her to wipe my shirt myself while assuring her, ‘That’s what washing machines are for.’
‘I can—I can wash it for you,’ she blurted out.
The offer, like her, was adorable. I wanted to pull her into a warm hug. Instead, I went with, ‘It’s fine. Seriously.’
She bit her bottom lip and nervously nodded her head before whispering, ‘Thank you for being so nice.’
‘You’re welcome,’ I said, though it came out rougher than I meant.
She looked up then, and I swear the whole room tilted.
And just like that, Haven Springs got complicated.
Genre: Romance