Page 32 of Falling for the Billionaire Best Man

“Yeah, it can be,” she admitted, straightening up and brushing her hands on her apron. “But I love what I do, so it’s worth it. Most of the time, anyway.” She glanced at me, her gaze lingering for a moment before she turned back to her work. “So, running on the beach, huh? That sounds peaceful.”

“It was,” I said, folding another box and setting it aside. “Except for the part where I almost twisted my ankle in the sand. Not as graceful as I’d like to think I am.”

She laughed. “I think we all have those moments.”

I felt like there was a building tension between us. It was subtle, but it was there.

The back door buzzed.

“That’s my delivery driver,” she said.

She wiped her hands and went to answer the door. The tension I felt shattered when the delivery guy stepped inside. The dude was hitting on Dorie right in front of me.

I felt a surge of jealousy as I watched her smile at him, a smile I hadn’t gotten for myself yet. Not like that. I’d gotten some polite smiles but not that flirty one she was flashing at the delivery guy. And that guy was all charm, leaning against the counter and making small talk while Dorie laughed at something he said. I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to focus on the cake boxes I was assembling, but my attention kept drifting back to them.

The delivery guy finally left. “Do you do any other kinds of cakes, or just for weddings and holidays?” I asked, trying to keep my tone casual.

Dorie glanced at me, her hands busy with a piping bag. “I usually have a big rush around Thanksgiving and Christmas,” she said. “But this is probably my last wedding season here.”

I frowned, about to ask why, when my phone rang. It was work—one of my board members, someone I’d told not to contact me unless it was an emergency. I hesitated, glancing at Dorie, but she waved me off.

“Take it,” she said, her tone dismissive. “I’ll be fine.”

“Two minutes,” I said.