“If in case you have a candy tooth, you need to, um, strive a cinnamon bun. They’re my specialty.”

He leaned in, resting his elbows on the counter. “I do have a candy tooth, particularly for a reasonably girl who bakes. This your home?”

That voice. Candy Jesus. It was clean as caramel with only a trace of a Southern twang, and she or he’d comprehend it anyplace. Sam Weiss is in my store! And did he simply hit on me?

“Sure.” She cleared her throat as a result of why did she abruptly sound like Minnie Mouse? “Sure, that is my store.”

A gradual smile curved his lips. “A reasonably girl who bakes and owns her personal enterprise. I such as you already.”

“Thanks.” She actually shouldn’t preserve staring, however whoa, her mind was short-circuiting as a result of…Sam Weiss. In her store. Trying like intercourse on a stick, and he smelled fairly superior, too, like some form of costly cologne. Yum.

“I’ll strive considered one of your cinnamon buns…” He paused, glancing down for the title tag she by no means wore since everybody on the town already knew her title.

“Carly,” she stated, nonetheless sounding a bit like she’d inhaled helium.

“Carly.” He met her gaze once more, and the sound of her title on his lips made her knees wobble. “And a espresso, black.”

“You bought it,” she stated with a smile that felt bizarre on her face. God, why was she being such an fool? “For right here?”

He nodded, watching her intently as if he’d found out by all her bumbling awkwardness that she’d acknowledged him as a result of, actually, how might he not? At the very least he appeared amused as an alternative of irritated.

She dished up a cinnamon bun and a cup of espresso with out dropping something or making an additional idiot of herself, and he paid in money—denying her the fun of seeing what title is likely to be on his bank card. He most likely glided by some cool alter ego when he traveled anyway.

“Thanks, Carly,” he stated in that butter-soft voice that made her really feel all sizzling and fluttery inside. Then he leaned in, winked, and pressed a finger to his lips, making a silent, Sh.

And oh my God, he knew she knew. Which meant it was positively him. She grinned like an fool whereas he walked to a desk within the again and sat, lengthy legs stretched in entrance of him. A muffled beep from the path of the kitchen instructed her she’d forgotten to take the final batch of butterscotch pecan sandies out of the oven.

A lot for conserving her thoughts on enterprise this morning. However at this precise second—her eyes nonetheless on Sam Weiss—she didn’t care. Not even just a little bit.

He’d been made by the babe within the bakery. Sam settled himself into a particularly pink chair and took a chew of fairly Carly’s cinnamon bun. It melted in his mouth like gooey, sugary perfection.

Rattling. That was critically good things.

He glanced over on the attractive girl who’d baked it. Tall, blond, and curvy, with the prettiest doe eyes and pink lips. She stirred one thing in him. Attraction, positively. However he’d felt one thing else, too, when he stood on the counter along with her. He’d felt a buzz of inspiration that he hadn’t felt in a long-ass time. Too rattling lengthy.

His supervisor, Donny, had marooned him right here in the course of nowhere and instructed him to remain off the radar, centered on writing his subsequent hit and staying out of the tabloids. The shit storm with Miriam, his former housekeeper, had come on the tail of the worst yr of his profession. Renegade, which was alleged to have been the album that cemented his famous person standing, had been a industrial flop.

Now he was right here in Haven, North Carolina, on the lookout for his muse.

And he might need simply discovered her.

Proper now, Carly was serving a pair who’d come into the bakery. He watched her for a second unobserved, her real bubbly smile, the one which had captivated him earlier than she acknowledged him and bought all adorably flustered.

He reached for the stack of napkins he’d dropped at the desk and began to write down.

Candy as sugar, attractive as sin

Thirty minutes later, he’d crammed 4 napkins. Plenty of it was crap, however a few of it was first rate. He felt a sizzle of pleasure he hadn’t felt in months. Along with his espresso and cinnamon bun lengthy gone, he stole one final look at Carly behind the counter, then stood and headed for the door.

She watched him go.

He raised a hand in her path to say goodbye. Below completely different circumstances, he’d have requested for her quantity. However he wasn’t right here to get laid. He was right here to write down music, nothing else.

However make no mistake, candy Carly was going to gas his fantasies tonight.

Carly checked the climate report once more on her cellphone. Freezing rain was supposed to start out round six. She solely lived ten minutes from the store so she made the chief determination to shut at 5 thirty. Then she may very well be dwelling, secure and heat, earlier than the roads began to get slick. She posted a message on A Piece of Cake’s web site and Fb web page.

Then she tapped her fingers towards the countertop. The store was abandoned already. Possibly she’d watch a film tonight, if she didn’t lose energy. A chick flick, pajamas, and wine gave the impression of the proper recipe for an icy night alone.

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