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Holy crap, my head isspinning.
And I’m starting to think it’s about to pop right off.
Disasters are supposed to come in threes. Not good things. Not things that keep delivering a life where I’m not panicked about money or whether Catness has a nice new bed to curl up in.
But here I am.
Alive and thriving with a surging business, fresh opportunities, and an incredible man.
Dexter Rory.
I don’t like to think about him too much in case I jinx it, but he creeps inside my head anyway.
When I’m at the store baking, when I’m serving customers, even when I’m hunched over my laptop crunching numbers that are healthier than they’ve ever been.
Again, all thanks to him.
It’s hard to imagine why I hated him at first. Or why I was so scared of this fakery when it turned out to be the best decision of my life.
I expected to get paid handsomely.
I didn’t expect him to thieve away another small piece of my heart with every searing kiss.
Most of all, I never expected to behappy.
The kind of happy where I can come up for air and breathe most days without choking on another mishap.
So happy that I sit on the new leather chair in my little office and spin because I can’t stop smiling.
So flipping happy I’ve gotten into the habit of imagining what meals I can make Dex when we get home like we’re so much more than awkward roommates hooking up.
Even if I know I’m heading for a wreck, he’s becoming my entire world.
And I think happiness might be pretty infectious, too.
“Junie?” Emmy offers me a grin I’m certain she wouldn’t have worn a month ago. Did I really smile so rarely? “Are you ready?”
“I’m always ready. What have you got?”
She rolls her eyes, though the smile melts away. “I mean the orders for your fancy golf course? It’s D-day.”
“Oh, right.” I pull the last tray of orange scones from the oven and flap a tea towel over the just-baked apple turnovers to cool them. “Any second now. Just need to box these beauties up.”
“Need some help?”
I glance at the register, where Jake and Sarah are holding down the fort. Sarah’s making coffee while Jake greets the next person with a goofy smile.
“If they don’t need a hand, that would be great.”
“They don’t need me,” Emmy says with a slight huff, tucking a curl of hair behind her ear. Her smile fades, and she leans against the side. “This might sound weird, but do you ever have days where you feel invisible?”
I stare at her.
“All the time.”
Just not so much lately,I don’t say. But I’m not ready to make myself an even bigger gossip feast for the staff.
“You?” Emmy snorts before she can help herself.
