She was what mattered.

Rattling it to hell, what was he imagined to do with out her?

Actual life sucked. Carly thumped her brow frivolously towards the counter as her newest batch of butterscotch minis smoked on the stovetop in entrance of her. It had been per week for the reason that ice storm, a very lengthy, lonely, irritating week.

She’d burned extra cookies in that point than she ever had in her life. By some means, she needed to get her act collectively and get Sam out of her head earlier than she misplaced the bakery.

“What’s fallacious, sweetie?” Her grandma stood within the doorway to the kitchen, arms crossed over her chest. “You look misplaced.”

“I really feel misplaced.” Carly pressed a flour-coated hand to her brow and sighed. “The bakery’s not doing effectively, Grandma. I don’t know what I’m doing fallacious.”

“Ah.” Her grandmother motioned for Carly to hitch her on the desk. “You’ve a present, Carly. Your baking is completely divine. Frankly, my expensive, you place me to disgrace within the kitchen.”

“Grandma!” Carly slapped her hand playfully. “That’s not true, however I did study from the perfect.”

“It’s true,” Marlene mentioned. “ I’ve all the time mentioned you stroll round together with your head within the clouds. I wouldn’t change you for the world, however I ought to have spent extra time with you once you took over the store. What do you say we sit down as soon as per week or so and speak concerning the enterprise finish of issues?”

Tears sprang into her eyes. “I’d like that, Grandma. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. Now inform me why you’re burning all of your cookies this week.”

Carly sighed. “There’s this man…”

“Oh!” Her grandmother’s grey eyes lit with curiosity. “I simply love a narrative that begins with ‘there’s this man.’ Somebody you’ll be bringing over for dinner quickly?”

“No. That’s the issue. He was simply on the town visiting. He’s…” She seemed over at her grandmother. “He’s a well-known musician. He lives in LA.”

“Pfft,” Marlene mentioned. “I don’t care if he’s well-known. Would I like him?”

Carly remembered the way in which she and Sam had sat collectively along with his guitar, the issues they’d shared. “Yeah, Grandma. You’d like him.”

“So when do I get to fulfill him?”

“You don’t. He’s already gone again to California. I bought caught at his place through the ice storm, and we had two actually superb days collectively, however that’s all it was.” She pressed her thumb into the strain headache brewing between her eyes. “I’ve bought to get him out of my head.”

“Simpler mentioned than achieved.”

“Inform me about it. However proper now, I’ve bought to open the store, with or with out butterscotch minis.” She stood and walked to the oven, the place the scorched cookies sat cooling. She tipped the tray and dumped all of them into the trash.

“You’ve bought loads of different issues to supply,” her grandmother mentioned with a wink as she headed into the shop to flip the signal from closed to open.

Carly stood behind the counter, arranging this morning’s batch of cinnamon buns.

“You’ve bought of us lined up this morning ready so that you can open,” her grandmother mentioned from the entrance door. “Nicely, one people anyway, and oh my, he’s a looker.”

“What?” Carly’s breath caught in her chest. It couldn’t be…

Her grandmother unlocked the entrance door and pulled it open, smiling up on the man within the doorway, a person that made Carly’s coronary heart somersault in her chest. He didn’t put on a baseball cap pulled low this morning. Nope, he stood there in his leather-based jacket and denims, well-known smile on show for anybody who may come inside.

“Sam? What are you doing right here?” As a result of they’d agreed…

However dammit, she was so completely satisfied to see him. It was like she’d taken her first full, deep breath since she’d walked out his entrance door per week in the past. Oh, she’d missed him a lot, however why wasn’t he in LA?

“Good mornin’,” he mentioned, turning his blinding smile on her grandmother. “Sam Weiss.”

“You the one which’s bought my granddaughter burning all her cookies this week?” Marlene requested.

Sam chuckled. “I positive hope so.”

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