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Okay, what am I doing?
Who cares if my hair’s a little messy? It’s a…meeting, not a date. Or whatever. Next think I know, I’ll start reaching for lip gloss and blush whenever Ian comes to visit.
Absolutely ridiculous.
“I remember this day,” Ian says as I return to the living room. He’s staring at a picture of me in cheerleading uniform, holding up pom poms and grinning at the camera.
“We were playing against the Jaguars.”
“Yes.” Heat creeps up my cheeks. I got so excited while cheering and blew him a kiss.
Does he remember? It doesn’t matter if he does. That was a long time ago.
“Alright. We can start now.”
I set the laptop on the table and turn it on. Ian sits next to me. His smell…
Focus, Kaylee.
“Here’s the document containing the original plans for the Pastry shop.”
He frowns as he scrolls through the file. I tap my fingers on my lap, waiting for him to speak. Have his eyebrows always been this bushy? So perfectly arched too. And his eyes—
“You have to start with the name.”
I blink. “Um, what?”
“You can’t just call it the pastry shop.” He turns to me.
I raise a shoulder in a shrug. “Why not? It’s simple and…nice.”
Ian sits up and tilts his head. “Is that what you want your brand to say—simple and nice?”
“Well,” I pause, chewing on my lip. “No. I just…I tried several names, but nothing fit.” I pull up the notes app on my phone and move closer to him. “I wrote about a dozen names, but they all fell flat. Look at this. Kaylee’s pastry shop.” I grimace. “Sounds cringe.”
“Sounds cute.”
He smiles, and I clear my throat, shifting away from him.
“Do I want people to think of ‘cute’ while eating my pastries?”
His eyes glint. “Most people like cute.”
“Um.” I pretend to read something on the screen, ignoring my increased heart rate. Did he just call me cute? And am I supposed to be flustered?
“The Sweethouse,” he reads aloud. He cocks his head, brows furrowing. “Hmm.”
“What do you think?”
“It’s good. Has a nice ring to it. But you’ll have to ensure you only stick to sweet things. You may never be able to branch out into other foods.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“Depends on you…on your vision for your brand.”
I release a long breath and lean back until my head is on the backrest. “You’re saying five years?”
“Longer.”
