Page 77 of Screwed
She laughed softly. “I think it’s going to be perfect. You know this area. It’s exactly where I want to be. I can spend my days baking and selling my stuff.”
“Stay there. I’m on my way.”
“What? Why?”
“I want to see this place.”
She shrugged. “Okay.”
She wandered around while she waited for him. She’d brought a notepad, and she started sketching out her ideas. She’d also visited a bakery supply store to cost out some of the things she’d need. The biggest expenses would be the ovens, refrigerator, and the glass display case she wanted. It would go right here…and she’d have built-in shelves on that wall…it would be all white…
Cash knocked on the door, which she’d locked behind her. She hurried over to let him in.
“So? What do you think?”
He rubbed the back of his neck as he walked in and looked around. “I don’t know what the hell to think.”
She clasped her hands together tightly. He’d been so supportive all along. “I know it’s a big step. But I really think I can do this.”
He turned and met her eyes. “Are you sure you’ve thought this through?”
“I know there are probably a lot of things I haven’t even thought of. But…I was wondering if maybe you could recommend a contractor for the renovations…someone who’d be like a project manager.”
He sighed. “Yeah, I can probably get a few names for you.”
“Thank you. I want to do some of the work myself. Because I do want to keep my start-up costs low. Daddy’s worried I’m going to blow through my trust fund.”
“Somehow I doubt that’s possible.”
She grinned. “Probably not. But I could make a sizeable dent in it if I went crazy.” Her smile faded. “I’m not going to go crazy, Cash.”
His face softened. “I know you aren’t. Show me around.”
She took him on a tour of the small shop, explaining what she wanted. Then she glanced at her watch. “Oh crap! I have to get going. I have a tasting at the house at six o’clock.”
“Tasting?”
“Cake tasting. For a wedding cake. The bride and her mom are coming to taste different cakes to see what they want.”
“So you baked a bunch of cakes for them to try?”
“Yeah. Small cakes. I charge them forty dollars. And then if they order a cake over five hundred bucks, I refund it. So people don’t come just to eat free cake.”
“Ah. Makes sense.”
“So, get back to me about a contractor.” She picked up the key and her purse from the floor. “ASAP. I want to get going.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He followed her out onto the sidewalk, and she carefully locked the door. She smiled up at him. “I’m so excited about this.”
“I see that, darlin’.”
She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him. “Thank you.”
His arms came around her, too, and it felt so damn good to be held against him. She pressed a fast, hard kiss to his mouth. “Sorry I have to go.”
“No worries. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
