Page 7 of Falling for the Billionaire Best Man

I was determined to come up with the perfect cake flavors for Cullen’s groom cake. Kaisen might be a pain, but I wasn’t about to let him ruin this. I had a job to do, and I was going to do it, no matter what.

Toby walked into the kitchen looking like he’d gone ten rounds with Mike Tyson—young Mike Tyson. I couldn’t help but smile. “You survived.”

“I think we need to up our inventory,” he said. “Some lady just yelled at me and said we’re not allowed to be out of cookies.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “Sounds about right. People take their cookies very seriously around here. But hey, if they’re yelling, it means they care. We’ll just have to make more tomorrow.”

Toby groaned, collapsing onto a stool at the counter. “Yeah, but I’m not sure I can handle another day like today. I’m exhausted.”

“You’ve got it handled,” I said, grabbing a towel to wipe down the counter. “Besides, think of it as job security. The more they yell, the more we sell. Take a ten.”

He gave me a weak smile, but I could tell he was really wiped out. The morning rush was intense. “You’re way too optimistic for your own good.”

“I try.”

“Who was that guy?” he asked.

“My sister’s groom’s best man,” I said. “He was supposed to be giving me some ideas for the groom’s cake. He’ll be back Friday night to do some tasting.”

Toby nodded and sucked down water from his water bottle. I left him in back and went up front. It looked like a hurricane had swept through. I grabbed my notepad and jotted down what I needed to get busy baking.