“It’s been way too long.” Sam man-hugged him. “You can’t stay away so long.”

“Never hurts to relive the past,” Jason said. “I don’t care what folks say. Old times are good times.”

“Yeah. It’s good,” Andrew agreed.

“Do you have a sexy French maiden hidden away back in Paris?” Jason asked.

“No. I’m too busy working to let anything get serious.”

“Living the dream, huh? Dream job and no nagging wife.” Sam shook his head. “Must be nice.”

The pretty brunette came over, and Andrew finally made the connection. She was Jenny Marshall. She and Sam had dated all through high school. “He doesn’t mean that, Andrew.” She kissed Sam on the cheek. “He loves being married as much as I do. Did he tell you we have three-year-old twin boys?”

“No.” He hugged Jenny. “Congratulations.”

“Sharing your life with someone is the best. I can’t imagine my life without Sam,” she said. “Don’t knock it.”

“I’m glad you two are so happy. As for me? We’ll see.” He wasn’t in a hurry to go running down the wedding path again. Especially since he hadn’t made it past the engagement stage the first time.

For the next hour it was as if he was in a do-si-do, swinging between old friends and family across the barn. It was a good thing there wasn’t a pop quiz on who he’d spoken to or the news they’d shared, because his mind was only on one thing. One person. The woman at the dessert table who’d once held his heart in the palm of her hand. How he could’ve picked career over love made no sense to him at all now.

Chapter Six

Chapter Six

The desserts were popular, and Kelly was so thankful that there wasn’t much she had to pack up before she could leave the party. Luckily, there were still plenty of partygoers vying for Andrew’s attention when she slid out the back door to leave.

Her hands shook as she got in the company van. She could kick herself for offering to serve the cake. What was I thinking? Well, that was easy; she’d expected Dawn to insist they could handle it themselves, but she hadn’t.

Kelly drove straight over to The Cake Factory. Sara’s car was still in the back lot. She’d hoped she’d be there.

“Good evening, Miss McIntyre.” One of her night shift bakers held the door open for her.

“Thank you.” She slipped by him, hoping he couldn’t tell how frantic she was at the moment. She stormed straight to Sara’s office in the shipping department.

Sara sat at her desk working at her computer.

Kelly rapped twice on the door and stepped inside. “Did you know?”