He closed his eyes and the tension previously taking residence in his shoulders released. The tease. The reminder they were okay. It was all he needed.
* * *
After the meetingwith his financial advisor went in his favor, Davis knew that before he had an official offer drawn up, he needed to discuss his plan with was Garrett first. He owed him that much at least. Getting him out of the house, away from attractive film crew helpers, and the lights and cameras, would be the safest environment.
Davis: Are you home?
Garrett: Yep
Davis: Can you meet me at Sweet Cakes in 20?
Garrett: Better make it an hour
Davis: But your house is only 10 min away
Garrett: I’m entertaining a lady friend
Davis: Unless things have changed in that department, I’ll see you in 30.
Davis: And I’m being generous
Garrett: It’s been so long since you’ve gotten laid, I bet you could meet me in less than 10
Davis grumbled but couldn’t restrain a smile.
Davis: What a funny guy.
Parking in front of Sweet Cakes, Davis climbed out of his truck and tugged his Tapp’s Brewery hat down further. It was nearing five o’clock, and the outdoor string lights down the sidewalks of Main Street had already flickered on, illuminating the shops. The fallen leaves under his boots crunched as he strode across the sidewalk and went inside the bakery. Instantly his senses were suddenly on overload after being hit by pumpkin and apple spice.
Rita Sanders stood behind the counter, talking to a few young children. She looked good, happy even. When she glanced up and smiled at him, he approached the counter.
“It’s so good to see you, hon,” she greeted, wiping her hands down the front of a white apron.
He nodded once. “Good evening, Miss Sanders.”
She waved him off. “Oh you, stop with that Miss Sanders nonsense. It’s Rita. Always has been, especially for you.” She winked.
The last time he saw Rita was after he drove her home from O’Henry’s. “How’s business been?” he asked, making awkward small talk.
She put up her hands. “Can’t complain. There’s something about autumn…the crisp air…the spiced treats…the trees changing color…that’s just magical, don’t you think?”
Autumn was pretty great. But autumn in Pineridge was breathtaking. He wasn’t sure he’d go as far as calling it magical, though. “It is the best season.”
“I’ll bet this is the most magical season for you yet.” She gave him a wide, knowing smile.
His face went hot, and he yanked at the collar of his crewneck sweatshirt. Had Kelsey told Rita about the almost-kiss? Or the intimate moment in the hotel bed? “I…uh…what?” he stammered.
“Hey, Davey,” Garrett called from behind him.
Spinning around, he didn’t think he’d ever been so grateful to see his brother. “Hey.”
“Did you order yet?” Garrett asked, perusing the baked goods behind the case.
“I was just about to.”
“I’m starved. Worked up quite an appetite…if you know what I mean.” Garrett threw an arm around him, squeezing his shoulder as he waggled his brows.
“I think everyone knows what you mean,” Davis said through gritted teeth.
