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A little while later, they left the diner, crossed the street, and went to the bakery.
Brett pulled the door open. They entered, and a bell chimed. They walked to the ticket dispenser, and each took a ticket. He glanced around but didn’t see JoJo, and he was surprised at how disappointed he was.
He saw Nevada grin and looked over his shoulder to see a beautiful blonde walking toward him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his lips.
“Do we all get a greeting like that?” Riley teased.
“No,” Nevada snapped, making them laugh.
“Be nice, baby.” Courtney smiled.
“Brett, this is my wife, Courtney. Courtney, this is Brett Watkins.” Brett shook her hand.
“It’s nice to meet you.”
“You too. I saw you here not too long ago, but didn’t get to speak with you.”
“I remember. The place was busy that day. You just missed the lunch crowd. I’d better get back to the kitchen. It was nice meeting you, Brett.” She kissed Nevada on the lips again, then entered the kitchen.
Brett looked at Nevada and raised an eyebrow.
“Lucky bastard,” he muttered, making Riley and Nevada laugh.
As they stood there waiting to place an order, Brett couldn’t get over how much he’d been hoping to see JoJo. And now that he hadn’t, he wondered how many times he’d come in until she was here. He’d gain a lot of weight if he had to keep buying confectionaries.
After paying for their orders, they started toward the door. Brett reached for the handle, pulled it open, and caught the woman before she fell. She had pushed the door with her butt and had her back to the door.
She gasped, but Brett stopped her from falling by wrapping his arms around her.
“Are you okay, JoJo?” Riley asked.
“Yes, thank—” She stopped when she looked at Brett.
“Hi. We meet again,” he said, grinning.
JoJo straightened up and pushed away from him.
“Uh, yes. Brett, right?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Thank you for catching me.”
“Anytime, JoJo,” he murmured as their eyes met.
“JoJo, are you okay?”
“Uh, yeah. I’m fine, Sloane. At least I didn’t drop the pies.” She held up two bags.
“I’m not worried about the pies.”
Brett looked at the woman JoJo had called Sloane. She was petite, with dark hair and green eyes. There seemed to be a lot of beautiful women in the area.
“Hi, I’m Sloane James. I own Sweet Nothings.” She put her hand out to him, and he took it in his.
“It’s nice to meet you, Sloane. Brett Watkins.”
When her eyebrows rose, he frowned.
