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Brett takes a step closer to me. "It's okay. If you want, I can—"
But I stop listening as I'm suddenly distracted as I look over his shoulder out the window.
A sleek, black limo has pulled into the parking lot, taking up five spaces as it comes to a stop.
The driver hops out of his seat before walking around the car to open the backseat door. And when he opens it, he holds out his hand to help a young woman climb out of the car.
This time, I curse aloud.
Then the bell to the bakery's front door jingles, and Tinsley Simon walks inside. She's wearing a silver sequined crop top that glimmers under the spotlight, paired with high-waisted black leather pants that accentuate her slender figure and neon pink sandals.
"Hello there!" she says in her sing-song voice. "I hope it's okay that I stopped by a week early. My wine tasting got canceled, so I thought I would—"
She stops herself short, mouth agape as she pulls off her sunglasses.
"Brett Cooper?!" she squeals. "I didn't know you were in town!"
"Tinsley." Brett gives her a tight-lipped smile as she hugs him like they're old friends. He pats her awkwardly on the back. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm getting married, silly," she says, wiggling her dazzling blueberry-sized diamond ring in his face. "And Sugar Breeze is going to make my wedding cake!"
I blink for a moment, feeling like a tsunami wave has swept me away.
"That's right, Denise!" Tinsley beams at me. "Ford and I heard all about Sugar Breeze and how you make the best cakes and cupcakes in town. You're hired!"
CHAPTER6
Brett
Fuck.
For a second, I just stand there blinking, finding myself at a loss for words.
My only consolation is that Denise looks just as confused and windswept in this moment as I feel.
But considering that until about a minute ago, I'd thought her name was Sylvia, I think I have much more to be confused about.
Why would she lie about who she is?
Tinsley prances over to Denise and begins chattering with glee.
"This is justsoexciting, isn't it?!" the young star squeals, jostling Denise in her arms. "Oh mygosh, Denise, you look like a scared little doe! Don't worry—I don't bite. Unless you're a cake!"
Tinsley gives me a huge smile as she laughs at her own joke. I come down from my high of confusion enough to give a polite laugh of my own.
"So that's why you're here?" I ask. "This is where you've decided to get married?"
"I know, I know." She rolls her eyes and waves a hand at me. "Mr. Money, always worried about the cost. But don't sweat it! Ford is helping cover most of it. And we'll be live streaming every step of the way—this wedding will practically pay for itself!"
Tinsley looks down at her as if remembering Denise is still clutched in her arms. "Oh, Denise, I hope that's okay. You're not camera-shy, are you?"
Swallowing slowly, Denise shakes her head. "Nope. Whatever you need, Ms. Simon."
Tinsley bursts into a laugh again, and even I let out a real chuckle.
"Silly goose," Tinsley says. "It's okay to call me just Tinsley. We're all friends here!"
"I made the same mistake when I first met her," I say. "Professional propriety washes off Tinsley like water off a duck's back."
