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Authors: Rachel Lacey
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divine. Frankly, my dear, you put me to shame in the kitchen.”
“Grandma!” Carly slapped her hand playfully. “That’s not true, but I did learn from the best.”
“It is true,” Marlene said. “You know I’ve always said you walk around with your head in the clouds. I wouldn’t change you for the world, but I should have spent more time with you when you took over the shop. What do you say we sit down once a week or so and talk about the business end of things?”
Tears sprang into her eyes. “I’d like that, Grandma. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Now tell me why you’re burning all your cookies this week.”
Carly sighed. “There’s this guy…”
“Oh!” Her grandmother’s gray eyes lit with interest. “I just love a story that starts with ‘there’s this guy.’ Someone you’ll be bringing over for dinner soon?”
“No. That’s the problem. He was just in town visiting. He’s…” She looked over at her grandmother. “He’s a famous musician. He lives in LA.”
“ Pfft ,” Marlene said. “I don’t care if he’s famous. Would I like him?”
Carly remembered the way she and Sam had sat together with his guitar, the things they’d shared. “Yeah, Grandma. You’d like him.”
“So when do I get to meet him?”
“You don’t. I think he’s already gone back to California. I got stuck at his place during the ice storm, and we had a really amazing two days together, but that’s all it was.” She pressed her thumb into the tension headache brewing between her eyes. “I’ve got to get him out of my head.”
“Easier said than done.”
“Tell me about it. But right now, I’ve got to open the shop, with or without butterscotch minis.” She stood and walked to the oven, where the scorched cookies sat cooling. She tipped the tray and dumped them all into the trash.
“You’ve got plenty of other things to offer,” her grandmother said with a wink as she headed into the store to flip the sign from CLOSED to OPEN .
Carly stood behind the counter, arranging this morning’s batch of cinnamon buns.
“You’ve got folks lined up this morning waiting for you to open,” her grandmother said from the front door. “Well, one folk anyway, and oh my, he’s a looker.”
“What?” Carly’s breath caught in her chest. It couldn’t be…
Her grandmother unlocked the front door and pulled it open, smiling up at the man in the doorway, a man that made Carly’s heart somersault in her chest. He didn’t wear a baseball cap pulled low this morning. Nope, he stood there in his leather jacket and jeans, famous smile on display for anyone who might come inside.
“Sam? What are you doing here?” Because they’d agreed…
But dammit , she was so happy to see him. It was like she’d taken her first full, deep breath since she’d walked out his front door a week ago. Oh, she’d missed him so much, but why wasn’t he in LA?
“Good mornin’,” he said, turning his blinding smile on her grandmother. “Sam Weiss.”
“You the one that’s got my granddaughter burning all her cookies this week?” Marlene asked.
Sam chuckled. “I sure hope so.”
“Well, then it sounds like you two have some catching up to do. I’ll just be over here with my morning coffee.” Her grandmother retreated to the table in the corner where she often sat.
Sam walked to the counter and stood facing her, his blue eyes even more dazzling than she’d remembered. Her whole body flooded with warmth.
“Funny thing,” he said, tipping his head to the side. “I wrote five songs while you were at my house, and not a single one since.”
She pressed her fingers against the countertop. “What about your duet?”
“Recorded it day before yesterday.”
So he had gone back to LA. Uncertainty swam in her stomach. “Then why are you here?”
“Because of you.” He stepped closer, his voice lower, more intimate. Except the whole damn display case was between them. “I didn’t want to be
“Grandma!” Carly slapped her hand playfully. “That’s not true, but I did learn from the best.”
“It is true,” Marlene said. “You know I’ve always said you walk around with your head in the clouds. I wouldn’t change you for the world, but I should have spent more time with you when you took over the shop. What do you say we sit down once a week or so and talk about the business end of things?”
Tears sprang into her eyes. “I’d like that, Grandma. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Now tell me why you’re burning all your cookies this week.”
Carly sighed. “There’s this guy…”
“Oh!” Her grandmother’s gray eyes lit with interest. “I just love a story that starts with ‘there’s this guy.’ Someone you’ll be bringing over for dinner soon?”
“No. That’s the problem. He was just in town visiting. He’s…” She looked over at her grandmother. “He’s a famous musician. He lives in LA.”
“ Pfft ,” Marlene said. “I don’t care if he’s famous. Would I like him?”
Carly remembered the way she and Sam had sat together with his guitar, the things they’d shared. “Yeah, Grandma. You’d like him.”
“So when do I get to meet him?”
“You don’t. I think he’s already gone back to California. I got stuck at his place during the ice storm, and we had a really amazing two days together, but that’s all it was.” She pressed her thumb into the tension headache brewing between her eyes. “I’ve got to get him out of my head.”
“Easier said than done.”
“Tell me about it. But right now, I’ve got to open the shop, with or without butterscotch minis.” She stood and walked to the oven, where the scorched cookies sat cooling. She tipped the tray and dumped them all into the trash.
“You’ve got plenty of other things to offer,” her grandmother said with a wink as she headed into the store to flip the sign from CLOSED to OPEN .
Carly stood behind the counter, arranging this morning’s batch of cinnamon buns.
“You’ve got folks lined up this morning waiting for you to open,” her grandmother said from the front door. “Well, one folk anyway, and oh my, he’s a looker.”
“What?” Carly’s breath caught in her chest. It couldn’t be…
Her grandmother unlocked the front door and pulled it open, smiling up at the man in the doorway, a man that made Carly’s heart somersault in her chest. He didn’t wear a baseball cap pulled low this morning. Nope, he stood there in his leather jacket and jeans, famous smile on display for anyone who might come inside.
“Sam? What are you doing here?” Because they’d agreed…
But dammit , she was so happy to see him. It was like she’d taken her first full, deep breath since she’d walked out his front door a week ago. Oh, she’d missed him so much, but why wasn’t he in LA?
“Good mornin’,” he said, turning his blinding smile on her grandmother. “Sam Weiss.”
“You the one that’s got my granddaughter burning all her cookies this week?” Marlene asked.
Sam chuckled. “I sure hope so.”
“Well, then it sounds like you two have some catching up to do. I’ll just be over here with my morning coffee.” Her grandmother retreated to the table in the corner where she often sat.
Sam walked to the counter and stood facing her, his blue eyes even more dazzling than she’d remembered. Her whole body flooded with warmth.
“Funny thing,” he said, tipping his head to the side. “I wrote five songs while you were at my house, and not a single one since.”
She pressed her fingers against the countertop. “What about your duet?”
“Recorded it day before yesterday.”
So he had gone back to LA. Uncertainty swam in her stomach. “Then why are you here?”
“Because of you.” He stepped closer, his voice lower, more intimate. Except the whole damn display case was between them. “I didn’t want to be
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