Fool for Love: A Cupcake Lovers Novel by Beth Ciotta

Author:Beth Ciotta [Ciotta, Beth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Contemporary Women, General, Contemporary, Fiction
ISBN: 9781250001320
Google: jCJJEackPwkC
Amazon: 1250001323
Publisher: Macmillan
Published: 2012-08-28T04:00:00+00:00

TWENTY-THREE

Rocky wrenched open her groaning fridge’s door, nabbed a bottle of water, and downed a Tylenol PM. She’d been tossing and turning for the past three hours. Two in the morning and Jayce still hadn’t returned to the Red Clover. When he’d dropped her off at Dev’s, he’d told her he had plans for the evening and wouldn’t be back until late, to which she’d answered, Whatever.

She hated that he’d seen her drunk two nights before and even more that he’d held her hair back from her face and massaged her shoulders as she puked her guts up in the toilet that next morning. The worst was the fact that she couldn’t remember that night clearly. Everything that transpired between Adam driving her home and her waking up the next morning with a monstrous sick headache was a blur. She knew Jayce had tucked her into bed because he’d told her so, and she knew she’d blabbed and told him she was sleeping with Adam because he’d made a not-so-subtle reference. Other than that, they hadn’t spoken about that night. They’d barely spoken in two days. He’d spent most of his time at his parents’ house consulting with a contractor about renovations. She’d wasted an entire day recovering from a hangover, then committed a good chunk of today to meeting with Adam to coordinate their plans to merge. Since her Jeep was in the shop, she’d been counting on Adam for a ride to Cupcake Lovers, but then he’d been called away by a client.

That left Jayce. Considering they were at odds, she should’ve shown a little gratitude when he’d offered to drop her at Dev’s. Instead, she’d been resentful and flip. Guilt rippled through her blood as she imagined that exchange being their last. Ever.

Thunder rumbled and rattled the kitchen panes, intensifying her already-ominous thoughts. Two days of scattered, severe storms. There was talk of potential flooding. Roads were slick with rain and mud. What if Jayce had spun out and slammed into a tree? Or what if an oncoming car had lost control and hit him head-on?

She heard the front door open and close and, in spite of herself, nearly tripped over her feet hurrying from the kitchen to the outer sitting room. “Where have you been?” She cringed at her slightly hysterical tone, smoothed her clammy hands over her baggy striped boxers.

“I told you I’d be late.”

“It’s two in the fricking morning!” She was torn between hugging and slapping him. Flicking on a table lamp, she looked him over for scrapes or broken bones, but all she saw was a superfit, superfine man who made her blood boil and burn.

He raked his damp, longish hair from his face and angled his head. “Worried or jealous?”

She realized then that he smelled of perfume. While she’d fretted about him being dead in a ditch, he’d been boinking some woman. She hadn’t expected that. Throat thick with resentment, she turned on her bare feet and returned to the kitchen for her water.

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