Chapters (73)
- TITLE PAGE
- TABLE OF CONTENTS
- PRAISE FOR K. BROMBERG
- ALSO WRITTEN BY K. BROMBERG
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FIFTY
- CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
- CHAPTER SIXTY
- CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
- CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
- EPILOGUE
- EPILOGUE TWO
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
“No. That’s not . . . I just figured that’s who you’re normally with. Since you’re writing new material.” I try and talk my way out of sounding like a jilted lover jealous of his bandmates. That wasn’t my intention. My comment was more reflexive at his surprising request.
“True, but tonight I want to eat with you. I’ll even cook.”
I level him with a dubious look. “You? Cook?”
His grin is lightning quick. “I’m a man of many talents.”
“I’m well aware.”
We stare at each other across the distance. Our smiles are wide but the look we exchange holds a quiet acceptance that we’re slipping into different territory? That this has gone from a contract to friendship? That we enjoy each other’s company outside of the twisted sheets?
I don’t know but it’s doing funny things to my insides and catching me off guard.
“Yes. I’d like to have dinner with you. I don’t know how late I’ll be though.”
“That’s okay. I can wait.” He raps his knuckles on the counter. “Have a good day at work.”
I take my first sip of coffee as my head spins from the whirlwind that is Jase Gizmodo.
“Oh, and Cookie?” he calls over his shoulder.
“Yeah?” I look after his very fine ass walking down the hallway.
“You look sexy as hell in my shirt. Make sure to have that on later when we get home.”
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
Gizmo
My daily check-in with Sammy told me she was going to be exhausted when she finally got home.
An endless line of customers. Some media trying to sneak its way in the bakery and score an interview with her. Fangirls hanging out in the alley hoping for who knows what with her.
I swear she’d rather walk barefoot over broken glass than ask for help. That’s going to change, starting with tonight.
With me doing this for her. Because my world she’s stepped into is a lot for anyone to handle, especially for someone not used to this life like I am. So when she walks in the door in a bit—her shoulders tight with tension, her usual fire dulled by the weight and stress of the day—I know tonight’ll be just what the doctor ordered.
Relaxation without any strings attached.
And yeah, maybe that comes in the form of me ordering her favorite takeout, but still, the effort is there.
As are the ideas I have in mind to keep this growth sustainable for her once I’m out of the picture. The uptick in customers is great for her now, but how does she sustain this when all is said and done? What will make her stand out from the other cookie bakeries in town?