Page 113 of Screwed
“Yes, Daddy. He does. I love him.”
“You’re a smart young man.” Joshua lifted his chin at Cash. “You’ve done remarkably well with your business.”
Cash ignored the implied surprise at the use of the word “remarkable” and said, “Thank you, sir.”
“I only hear good things about you in the business community. You’re building a great reputation.”
Cash smiled and nodded.
“So Audrey and I are happy for you both.”
Cash stole a glance at Audrey, saw her blink, give her husband a long look, then smile.
“Thank you, Daddy,” Callie said softly.
“Of course we are,” Audrey added.
Cash wasn’t sure if he believed her. Only time would tell. It seemed Joshua was beginning to accept that Callie was going to make her own life. And Cash intended to make good on his promise. Making Callie happy was his most important goal. He lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles, meeting her eyes. And from the glow in them, he knew she understood that and felt the same.
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Three weeks later
Callie finished up the marshmallow macarons sandwiched with marshmallow fluff and carried the tray out front to slide it into the display case, ready to open Saturday morning.
Cash and Ginnie were spending the afternoon with their dad and half brother, who’d driven to Houston for the weekend to meet them. Kristy was helping her in the store since Ginnie had taken the day off. Later that night, Cash and Callie were going out for dinner to celebrate Talmadge Hale Consulting being awarded the project to design the Sutherland Industries refinery substation.
“How was your date with Tyler last night?” she asked Kristy.
They’d exchanged numbers at the Crab Festival that weekend and had gone out a few times.
“It was fantastic.” Kristy smiled, happiness lighting up her eyes. “I really like him.”
Callie beamed. “He seems like a great guy.” She selected a few macarons to set on the marble counter and quickly snapped several pictures with her phone. She tapped the image she liked best and shared it to various social media sites. Whoa. She had a lot of notifications. She scrolled through them. Wow.
At first she couldn’t make sense of what she was seeing. Then she realized she’d been tagged in a post…by Martha Stewart.
She gave her head a hard shake. Holy crap.
She read the post again, which named the top ten bakeries to follow on Instagram.
Top ten…holy crap.
Caked was there at number five. Martha Stewart was complimenting her cakes. Her cupcakes. Her macarons. Her photographs.
HOLY CRAP!
She did a little run in place in excitement. “Kristy!”
Kristy popped out from the kitchen. “What’s wrong?”
“Look at this!” Callie’s hands were shaking so much, Kristy had to grab and steady them so she could read the post.
“Oh my God! Is this for real?”
“Yes! I think so.” She shoved a hand into her hair. “Yes, it has to be. Holy, holy shit!”
Kristy laughed. “Wow. That’s amazing. Congratulations, Callie!”
