Tied with Me (With Me in Seattle, #6)(18)

“Can you fill cupcake orders while I make coffees and ring them up?” she asks.

“I can do that,” I reply.

“I need two minutes,” she informs me and disappears into the kitchen.

I’m just filling a white box full of a half-dozen carrot cake cupcakes when she returns, chewing on something.

“Better?” I ask.

She nods and returns to the cash register, attending to her customers. That red ribbon is tied around her head again. It seems to be a part of her uniform. I do believe we’ll find a way to have fun with that as well.

God, she’s f*cking beautiful.

We work side by side for the better part of the morning without a break. I can’t believe how busy her little shop is. I grin in pride when an elderly man approaches Nic to ring up his sales.

“My Margaret and I sure do love your sweets, girlie.”

“Thank you, Mr. Larsen. How is your pretty wife?” Nic asks with a grin.

“She’s been a little under the weather, but these will brighten her right up.”

“I hope so,” Nic replies and drops some chocolate-covered cherries into a bag to give to him as well. “These are new. I’d love it if you two would let me know what you think.”

Mr. Larsen winks at Nic and grins before walking out with his purchase.

Nic knows most of her clients’ names and deals with them all with humor and grace.

At two thirty, there is a lull in customers, so Nic slips in the back for a few minutes and returns with more trays of cupcakes to fill empty slots in her case. She has a stick of string cheese hanging out of her mouth, chewing away on it.

“So what happened?” I ask as she arranges the case.

“Anastasia, my other part-time helper, called out sick this morning,” she replies with a sigh. “Tess is in college, so she can’t help during the week. So that left me.”

“Maybe you should hire someone full time to help out,” I suggest, but she glares at me from across the space.

“Trying to tell me how to run my business now, Matt?”

“Hey,” I reply, holding up my hands, “it was just a suggestion.”

“I’m sorry.” She sighs and rubs her forehead with her fingertips. “I haven’t had enough to eat today. It makes me grouchy.”

“You close at four?” I ask. I walk behind her and begin kneading the tight muscles in her shoulders.

“Yeah,” she replies and sighs deeply, leaning against me. “Jesus, that feels good. Why did you come in?”

“Asher called me. Said you were pretty busy, so I decided to come check in on you.”

She spins around, her jaw dropped in surprise. “But he said you two worked all night.”

I smile patiently and step closer to her, needing to be next to her. She smells of vanilla and sugar, and it’s the most alluring smell I’ve ever experienced.

Who knew sugar could be so f*cking sexy?

“You needed me,” I reply simply. “And I’ve missed you this week.”

Her green eyes widen, and suddenly she’s in my arms, wrapped around me, hugging me hard. Her head is tucked against my chest, and she turns her face to bury her nose against me while taking a long, deep breath.

“Thank you,” she whispers before pulling back, but I hold her tight and keep her with me for a few moments, giving us both a moment to settle.

“You’re welcome.”

The bell above the door sounds as a customer walks in, and for the next forty minutes—ten minutes past closing time—we are busy with customers again, cleaning out the glass case except for one cupcake.

Nic locks the door, takes a deep breath and laughs. “I can pay you with a crème br?lée cupcake,” she says.

“I’ll split it with you,” I reply.

“Nah, I don’t eat them.” She waves me off after she hands me the cupcake, stacks the trays from the case and carries them into the back.

“Why not?”

“Can you imagine if I ate everything I baked?” She laughs and shakes her head. “I’d have to live at the gym.”

“You don’t sample anything?” I ask and take a bite of the cake. Dear Christ, these are amazing.

“Once in a while, if it’s something new,” she replies and pulls her apron over her head, throws it in a hamper and watches me enjoy the treat. “Good?”

“Amazing.”

“I’m glad.” She tilts her head, watching me. “You’re tired.”

“I’m exhausted,” I confirm and swallow the last bite.

“Come upstairs with me.” To my surprise, she holds her hand out for mine and then leads me up to her apartment. “We’ll have dinner and you can crash for a while.”

“I don’t live far,” I respond.

“I would rather you didn’t drive when you’re this tired,” she replies. “Plus, you saved me today, so the least I can do is save you back.”

Save me.

Why do I get the feeling that Nic will save me in more ways than she’ll ever know?

***

“So how did you become a baker?” I ask and take a bite of meat lover’s pizza.

We are seated in her living room, shoes off, facing each other from opposite ends of the couch, the pizza box between us.