A couple were leaving the pharmacy across the street. It was Friday night, so there were still a few people out and about in Winding Creek’s downtown area. The man didn’t take the hint but kept standing there and waiting for her to let him in. He looked a tad familiar, but she couldn’t place him. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and a blue plaid, long-sleeved sport shirt, open at the neck. The man who stared back at her looked harmless enough. She flicked on the outdoor light to see who was so rudely persistent. She arrived as the knocking started again. She removed the chef’s hat that kept her wild hair under control while she worked, and walked briskly to the front door of the shop. No one could be this desperate for a late-night sugar high. The sign on the door clearly indicated they were closed and the lights in the serving section were out. It creaked and groaned at will, as if yesterday’s ghosts still haunted the place that had originally been a bordello more than a century ago.ĭani was startled from her mind’s imaginative drifting at the sound of someone hammering a fist against the front door of the shop. The old building that housed her bakery was never totally quiet.
She started cleaning the mess she’d made while icing the cake. Fortunately all she had to do was descend the stairs from her second-floor living quarters and she was on the job. Not late by most people’s standards for a Friday night, but she’d be up and baking before sunrise tomorrow morning. She rubbed the tired muscles in her neck and glanced at the wall clock next to the cooling racks. Between her job and her niece, she was kept busy enough that she hit the bed exhausted every night.Īnd Dani was just about there now. Of course, with her luck, he’d probably be dropping by to order a wedding cake for his marriage to some hot chick with a drop-dead gorgeous body.ĭani had her very own bakery and she had her adorable, drama-queen niece, Constance, who’d dropped into her life totally unexpectedly. One day her prince would come charging in on a white horse. Hadn’t been with a guy who’d made her heart go tripping or left her breathless the way Grace claimed Pierce affected her.īut Dani was only twenty-six. Never met a guy who’d blown her away with just a smile, the way it happened in books. Not that she had any romance in her life. She’d entwined the roses with deep green vines to represent the way Grace and Pierce’s lives had joined together forever.ĭani was a sucker for anything romantic. Not that the people weren’t nice, but Dani’s spare time amounted to pretty much zero.ĭani put the finishing touches on the cake, the last rose with petals so thin they were practically translucent.
Grace had been her first and only close friend since moving here. The rounded, no-frills neckline revealed only a minimum of cleavage and fully covered her size 38 D puppies. The dress was fitted at the waist with cap sleeves and a slightly flared skirt that fell to her ankles-easily long enough to cover her chunky calves. Grace had helped Dani pick out her dress, which was made of an emerald-green satin that brought out Dani’s eyes and went well with her mass of unruly coppery curls. She’d be the only attendant, except for Pierce’s five-year-old daughter, Jaci, who’d be the flower girl. Maid of honor in the wedding of Grace Addison and Pierce Lawrence. The exciting part was that this time, she was not only invited to the festivities, but was also actually going to be involved. And, of course, to celebrate the new couple. Weddings were apparently a big deal in the small town of Winding Creek, Texas-a chance to dress up, visit with friends and neighbors and dance to a live band. According to the bride, the guest list kept growing. Magnificent, she decided- almost too pretty to cut and eat.īut it would definitely be eaten. She stood back and examined her handiwork. Dani Boatman piped the last exquisite rose onto the top layer of the tiered wedding cake.
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