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Carly Taylor crouched behind the show case, peeking out between the blueberry muffins and the orange-cranberry scones. A person stood simply contained in the door, baseball cap pulled low, speaking on his cellphone. He’d by no means come into A Piece of Cake Bakery earlier than. And it was most likely simply her creativeness enjoying methods on her, however she might swear it was Sam Weiss. As in, one of many hottest rock stars in America.

Carly peeked at him once more from behind the scones, then leaned over to select up the serviette she’d pretended to drop to offer herself an excuse to snoop. Sam Weiss most likely lived in Hollywood. There was no means he’d be standing right here—sans entourage—within the doorway of her little bakery in Haven, North Carolina, a city within the Smoky Mountains so small that it barely registered as a blip on the map.

Nope.

She was daydreaming, as traditional. She’d listened to Sam’s newest album, Renegade, this morning whereas she baked, and now she was imagining him right here in her store.

“What are you doing down there, Carly?”

Carly seemed as much as see her grandma, Marlene, peering at her over the glass countertop. “I, ah, dropped one thing.”

“Misplaced in your ideas once more?” her grandmother requested with a large smile.

“One thing like that.” Carly climbed to her toes, clutching the dropped serviette.

Her grandmother’s pal Dixie stood beside her, blue eyes twinkling mischievously. “Daydreaming about that good-looking younger man over by the door, I wager.”

Carly resisted the urge to look in his route however felt herself grinning anyway. “I don’t know what you’re speaking about.”

“Properly, we’re on our means out,” her grandmother stated. “Aqua aerobics to work off these muffins.”

“Value each calorie,” Dixie added.

The 2 girls waved as they headed for the door, strolling previous the thriller hottie as they left. Carly’s grandma had created this bakery and run it fortunately for over twenty years. She’d retired six months in the past, handing over the reins to Carly.

However proudly owning A Piece of Cake had been something however a bit of cake for Carly thus far. Earnings have been down, means down. She wanted to get her head out of the clouds—and her thoughts off sure rock star look-alikes—earlier than she ran her grandmother’s pleasure and pleasure straight into the bottom.

With a heavy sigh, she tossed the serviette she nonetheless held into the trash.

“Hello, Carly.”

She turned to seek out her pal Emma Rush on the opposite facet of the counter. “Hey, Emma.”

“I’m headed to a job web site, and I want one among your cinnamon buns to gas me.” Emma gazed longingly on the row of pastries.

Carly smiled. “And a espresso to go?”

Emma nodded. She got here in about as soon as every week for a cinnamon bun and a espresso earlier than work.

Carly plucked a bun and slid it into one among her pastry baggage. “Did you see that man by the door whenever you got here in?”

Emma glanced over her shoulder. “What man?”

Carly adopted her gaze. The fake rocker within the baseball cap was nowhere to be seen. She shook her head. “He will need to have left. He was scorching, seemed sort of like Sam Weiss.”

Emma gave her an amused look. “Properly, if he is available in, you need to feed him one among your cinnamon buns. I wager he’d ask on your quantity.”

Carly felt her cheeks flush as she stuffed Emma’s espresso cup and pressed the lid into place. “Uncertain.”

“You by no means know.” Emma paid for her order, and with a wave, she headed for the door.

Carly glanced at her watch. Talia had referred to as in sick this morning, which meant she was on her personal for the day. The climate report was calling for freezing rain later so perhaps she’d shut early. At any fee?—

“What do you advocate?”

She seemed up and into the blue eyes of Sam Weiss—or his noncelebrity twin. Look-alike or not, he was ridiculously scorching, and he or she was a dork as a result of her cheeks have been burning. He wore a leather-based jacket over a black T-shirt and dark-washed denims. However his eyes…wow. He nonetheless wore the baseball cap pulled low, with a sinful quantity of stubble on his cheeks that screamed Rock God.

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