Oh my god.
OH MY GODDDDDDD
WHY ARE ALL MY FRIENDS GETTING LAID? WHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN?
I’m FREAKING THE FUCK OUT
Okay, okay, come to the bakery. I’m making chocolate mint bomb cookies
I’d been summoned. With a sigh, I tucked my phone in my shorts pocket. Squaring my shoulders, I readied myself to be grilled.
The walk over to the bakery was quick. I kept my eyes averted from Whynot Paint.
I would talk to Avery at some point soon. Especially since she’d set me and Madi up yesterday. I just didn’t know how she’d take me potentially sharing Madi with herbrother.
Maybe what happened with her, Mateo, Levi, Dallas, and Austin had scared me. Of course, they’d all made up and everything had worked out. Our friend group was still intact, everyone loved each other,whatever,whatever. But for a second there, everything had been shattered in the ugliest of ways and I’d watched my best friend’s heart get ripped to shreds.
I didn’t want to do that. What if things didn’t work out? What if I made this proposal and then everything backfired and Dallas and I couldn’t stand each other anymore? What if Madi left and we never saw her again?
The moment the door to Whynot Treat Yourself opened, the scent of baked goods wrapped me in their warmth. All of my worries lost their edge as I breathed in the scent of cinnamon rolls, pecan pie, and fresh cookies.
Evie was already at the counter waiting with a catlike smirk. Today she wore a mint-colored dress with a dark green apron, her long blonde hair pulled up into a French twist.
“Hello, gorgeous,” I sighed.
“Morning. So, you sent the text.”
I groaned. “I need to talk to Avery.”
“Obviously,” she snorted. “Come with me. There are warm croissants in the back.”
“My queen.” I followed her without question, unbelievably excited for a warm croissant. Even after years of having access to her fresh baked goods, I was always thrilled when I ate one.
“I have to work while we talk,” she said.
“Do you need help?” I asked, eyeing the three work tables.
“Nope,” she said. She pointed at a chair in the corner. “Just sit there and tell me everything.”
I snorted. “I feel like a cuck in that thing.”
“You are. Go on. Grab a croissant.”
I snickered and took one from a tray on a nearby rack. I settled into the chair and bit into the fluffy crumbly layers. “You are too good to us.”
“I am. First off, how is Laura doing?”
God, I hadn’t even thought about my niece since yesterday. “She’s good, last I checked. I need to pop by and see how things are going. Ethan has been avoiding me, though.”
“Me too. I saw him in the grocery store the other day and he definitely went down a different aisle to escape me.”
I grimaced. “Sorry.”
“No, don’t be. You know I don’t care about that. I do care about you and Laura, though.” She shook her head, her brows drawing together in a scowl. “We’ll come back to that. Spill the beans.”
Watching Evie work was a form of pure entertainment. She had everything down to a science. She only had two arms like any other human, but if I knew any better, I’d think she was a robot with sixteen of them. She started forming cookie dough balls and stuffing them with mint chocolate as she listened.
“So, Dallas and Madi had a little date earlier this week and talked about kink stuff.”
