by Roxanne Rustand
What had he been thinking?
He'd told himself that he was going to Lacy's bakery just to talk.
That's all. A few minutes, and then he'd walk out of her bakery and out
of her life. She'd been so sweet, so caring, that she deserved to know
exactly what kind of man he was. He'd even been waiting at the door
when she arrived at 5am, so none of her customers would be around.
But once again he'd found himself caught up in the fresh radiance of
her smile. The sparkle in her eyes. Until meeting her, he'd been sure
he would never again feel a moment of true happiness, much less find
himself laughing aloud.
Yet just by pitching that silly
cupcake at him, she'd awakened a part of him that had been lost in the
suffocating darkness of his guilt and sorrow.
following his plan, he'd found himself volunteering to help out in the
kitchen--though opening a roll of refrigerated cookie dough was the
limit of his culinary expertise. Then they'd inadvertently bumped into
each other, and he'd completely lost control.
If he lived to be a
hundred, he would never, ever forget that kiss.
She tasted like
sunshine and innocence, sweet as the confections she created in her
bakery. He'd felt as if he'd been waiting all his life for her, and in
that moment he'd been overwhelmed with joy.
But it was impossible to hope for anything more.
He looked over his shoulder and saw her marching after him, a
determined expression blazing in her eyes. He sighed and pulled to a
She'd insisted that their kiss wasn't a mistake.
But her shop was a popular destination for everyone in town, so surely
she already knew the gossip. Didn't she understand how hopeless a
relationship with him would be?
She'd made her life here in Cupid's Cove.
It was the last place he could ever stay...
Because the locals knew exactly what
kind of man he was, and they would never let him forget it.
And he couldn't fight the truth.