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“You’ll get there, and you know I’”
“Re up and I’ on your door”
Avery leaned out of the kitchen with a glass pitcher filled with et in here and make us some raspberry mojitos” Her standard unifored one bit over the years Therestuck in her chestnut hair, a hazard of owning a bakery
Ford’s head snapped up from his intense study of the five liquor bottles in front of him over at the bar tucked in the corner
“Duty calls” I saluted the guys and departed for my kitchen escape route
“Jesus Christ, you’re right It’s like she stepped out of a catalog,” wasthe second I crossed the threshold into the kitchen
I whipped around at the new girl’s voice “Thank you?” Black boots, dark blue jeans, and my sweater with the bow accent on the shoulder didn’t see-worthy to me
“Max, this is Liv Liv, this is Max She works at s like this” Avery pushed her turquoise-haired friend out of the way, and I gasped Behind her on the counter was a s matched Max’s hair, and she’d also created an intricate pattern in gold that looked like a cross between paisley and henna designs you’d see covering someone’s hands
“That’s gorgeous” I walked toward the cake and clasped my hands in front of me to beat down the temptation to touch it It wasn’t a cake—it was a piece of art “You did all this?”
Max’s peacock-blue head bobbed “Trying soh-society party set for weddings and stuff” She shrugged, resting her hands on her paint-splattered jeans “It probably pays better than she does” A sneaky smirk curled her lips
“Hey!” A shout of e came from Avery
Erown scruffy facial hair, popped his head into the kitchen and made his way to Avery immediately
“Everything okay in here?” Nuzzling her cheek and wrapping his arms around her waist, he rocked the two of them back and forth toEer puppy whenever she was near him
“We’re fine Max is just being an ass, as usual” She covered his hands with hers The ht in the roo us in a rainbow kaleidoscope of colors
“Leave us to our work, Cinderella Your ring is burning a hole straight through my retinas” Max spun back around and picked up the tiniest piping bag I’d ever seen, going back to her detailed work on the cake