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She giggles. “No!”
“If you think I’m not about to fuck you right here on this counter…”
“Grayson Michael Nash, that is so unsanitary,” she scolds.
I roll my eyes. “You’re no fun.”
“Excuse me? I was debating between bending over the counter or just going to my office, but if I’m not fun, then I guess both options are off the table.”
My jaw drops as I glare at her.
She laughs. “I’m teasing. I’m totally down for bending over. You know, once we get the next batch in.”
I wiggle my eyebrows and get to cutting a little faster.
I’m just about to make my way over to ravish my sweet little baker when my phone starts to ring. “Dammit,” I mutter under my breath. I see it’s Spencer calling, so I pick it up.
“Sup?” I answer cheerfully.
“Wedding’s off and I don’t even know if I’m staying in Minnesota,” he blurts.
“Wait…what?” I ask, completely confused by his announcement.
“You heard me. I’ve got more calls to make.” He hangs up.
My brows dip together.
“Who was that?” Ava asks.
“Spencer. He said the wedding’s off and he’s not sure if he’s staying in Minnesota.”
“What?”
“That’s what I said. He said he had more calls to make and hung up on me.”
“What the hell is going on?” she asks. She walks around the counter over toward me, and she slips her arms around my waist.
“No idea,” I murmur, pressing my lips to her temple. “But I’m sure we’ll find out more soon.”
“Hopefully it’s just a misunderstanding,” she says.
I nod as a bit of worry fills me for my brother. He’s the most logical out of all four of us. He’s strategic. He’s smart. He’s cautious and unimpulsive. Calling me out of the blue to let me know his wedding is off seems…out of character for him.
But I guess opening a bakery with my best friend’s little sister might’ve seemed out of character a year ago for me, too.
Yet here I am with all these new dreams coming true—dreams I didn’t even dare to dream as little as a year ago.
“Hey, I have a surprise for you,” I say as I try to push Spencer out of my mind for now.
“What is it?”
“Instead of bending you over this counter, which, please believe is going to happen multiple times over the next forty or fifty years, what if I take you to the place where it all started?”
Her brows crinkle together. “The Gridiron?”
I shake my head. “I was thinking dinner at that little café at the Palms before I bring you up to that same corner suite and fuck you right up against the windows. And I have it booked for tomorrow night, too.”
Her jaw slackens. “Are you serious?”
