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“That was a couple of years ago, and I didn’t do it,” he growls.
“Because I stopped you,” I remind him. “Until you pay me back, I own half of this place. Do your siblings know that?”
His eyes widen. Of course they don’t know shit. He likes to know everything that’s happening with the farm and the B&B but never tells them what’s going on with the resort.
“Now, find your sister. She’ll answer your call.”
He huffs but sends a text. We don’t speak as we wait for her response.
Where are you, Knightly Rose?
“She’s at the creamery getting ice cream before heading home.”
“What the fuck?” I glare at him. “She’s doing exactly what I told her we should do earlier today. Why would she cancel on me?”
“Maybe she had things to do, and she finished early. Who cares?”
I do, fucker.I glare at him. We’ve never talked about Lee and I becoming something else, but I guess there’s a mutual understanding that I can’t break the bro-code. What would he do if I did?
“I’m going to the restaurant. I’ll have André make something for her. Maybe ask for some chocolate cake to go with her custard.”
“Why would you do that?”
He might have graduated from fucking Harvard, but his skull is too thick to comprehend human behavior and emotions.
“Because that’s what you do for the people you care about. You do things that will cheer them up,” I respond, exasperated.
“You care about Lee?” he asks, confused.
I flip him the finger and leave. There’s no use explaining to an emotionally constipated man how relationships work.
Not that I’m in a relationship.
ChapterFive
Knightly
Today wasone of the busiest days of the year. I’m spent, but also satisfied with the results. After the crazy morning with my family, I had plenty of time to make sure that the B&B felt like a home away from home for the guests. I was also able to package the chocolate chip cookies and set them in the gift shop for sale. Booking the weekend for the bridal party was risky, but worth it. Gloria, the bride-to-be, loved Kentbury, the B&B, and the resort.
Gloria found a few places where her wedding could be spectacular. Thankfully, Bethany, the event coordinator, convinced her to keep the ceremony and celebration within the resort. We can’t predict the weather, and during the winter it’s always cold. She’d have to wear a coat over her beautiful gown.
She’s booking the B&B for her and her bridesmaids. She’ll then move to the honeymoon suite at the resort for the wedding night, leaving her bridal party at the B&B.
Bethany is a genius. It’s such a shame that my brother can’t understand that we have a diamond on our staff. A diamond who I think has the hots for our chef André. Not that I should be nosing around their business, I’m just envious of them. It’s Saturday, and I don’t have anything noranyoneto do tonight. Unless my vibrators count.
That sounds terrible, but I’d give anything to have sex with a man and not one of my sex toys while I think of Landon Miller and his big, calloused hands making me come.
Resigned to spend my night alone with a pizza and Netflix, I drive home. However, I take a detour toward downtown and park right by the creamery. I might not have a date, but I can have a pity party loaded with carbs. Life is better with vanilla custard mixed with fresh berries, and I have plenty of berries at home. I wish I had thought about this before I left the resort. André’s chocolate fudge cake goes perfectly with it.
Ugh, why didn’t I fall in love with him? I’d be having hot sex tonight, and he’d feed me all my favorite foods.
I take a deep breath and decide to buy a half gallon of custard so I can save some for tomorrow. I’ll have to run an extra mile for the next week or two, but who cares? I’ll feast on chocolate cake and custard tomorrow.
As I’m about to throw my phone inside my purse, I notice a text from Damian.
Damian:Where are you?
He’s not one to care about my whereabouts. He only cares when he needs me. I answer and then askwhy?While I wait for his response, I stare at the small ice rink in the middle of the town square. My parents and some of the business owners around the area began the tradition. It attracts tourists. This place and the season remind me so much of Cassie when she was just a baby and we brought her to take her first picture with Santa.
