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Scott closed the distance between them. He stood so close for a moment she was sure he was going to kiss her right there on the street where anyone could see. And just as shockingly, she didn’t care.
Instead, he reached out and wiped a smear of flour from her cheek. “You’re not going to regret anything.”
Her stomach flipped.What was it about this man that made her feel things?She hardly knew him and hadn’t seen him in months and still, she was ready to throw everything aside just to spend time with him.
But Georgia was also more responsible than that. She’d spend time with him, sure. But she still had work to do. “I don’t know about that, but we’re going to have to do something about this…” She gestured with a nod as he followed her off the street and to the front door of her shop. “You can’t sellScotty’s Piesin front ofSweetie Pies. Things are hard enough.”
Scott grabbed her hand, pulled her back, and spun her so she faced him. “I’m not competing with you, Georgia. I make hand pies.”
She stared at him blankly, finding it hard to focus on his words when sparks were flying up her arm and through her body at his touch.
“Like meat pies. Not fruit pies and definitely notSweetie Pies.”
His smile melted whatever little bit of resistance was left in her.
“I’ll move my truck as soon as I can, but I promise I’m not in competition with you.”
“It still needs to move.”
He laughed. “I agree. As soon as I can.”
Scott released her hand, a touch she missed immensely, and held open the door of the bakery for her. There was only a handful of customers, and Lindsay had offered to take over the baking for the afternoon, but it was getting close to the end of her shift. “Lindsay, this is Scott. He’s…visiting from Cedar Springs. And he’s agreed to help me out with the baking. If you could man the counter a little longer, that would be great.”
“Anything you need.” Lindsay raised her eyebrows in question, but Georgia ignored her. “It’s nice to meet you, Scott. How do the two of you know each other?”
“I lost to Georgia in the Mountain Mania Bake-Off in the spring,” Scott said. “And I haven’t been able to get her buns out of my mind ever since.”
Georgia flushed what had to be a shade of bright red, and Lindsay laughed. “She does have some pretty great buns.”
“She certainly does.” Scott winked at her, and Georgia groaned.
“Speaking of buns.” She grabbed his hand and hauled him toward the back.
ChapterThree
SCOTT
“Are we speaking about buns?” Scott asked as soon as they were alone in the kitchen. He held tight to Georgia’s hand and pulled her close. He knew he was moving quickly. Too quickly. But when he was with her, it just felt right. As soon as he’d seen her, it was as if they were back at the fair, flirting andkissing. “Because if we are, I’d really like to start by speaking about—”
“Honeybuns,” she said. But there was a smile on her face, and she hadn’t pulled away from him. “We need to get at least one batch of honey buns in the oven right away and then—”
“We can talk aboutyourbuns?”
“Honey bunsaremy buns.”
Scott inched a little closer. “You know that’s not what I’m talking about.”
Georgia closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. When she opened them again, the sparkle was gone. “Listen, Scott. I don’t know what to say, but I don’t have time in my life for…well, for whatever it is you came here for.”
He swallowed hard against the lump in his throat, but Scott was not to be deterred. “Look,” he added quickly. “I know you have a lot going on, and I’m not trying to add to that.” He took a breath and decided to just go for it.Why not?“The thing is, I like you, Georgia. And I think maybe my truck breaking down in front of your store is a little bit of serendipity. Let me help you out. I promise the only thing I want is to make your life a little easier. Okay?”
“That’s all you want?”
He shrugged. “Well, that and getting my truck fixed.” He was such a liar. But it was a lie by omission, because what he wasn’t saying was that he also really wanted to spend as much time with her as possible. And not just for a day or two. And did that really count as alie?
Scott looked to where Georgia had started to pull bowls and supplies out and set them on the counter. She bent to lift a giant tub of flour and presented her legging-clad ass in his direction.
Oh no.A little lie by omission definitely didn’t count.
