Making Whoopie by Erin Nicholas

Author:Erin Nicholas [Nicholas, Erin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: EN Fiction, Inc.

“Hey, Josie, do you—”

Josie jumped and dropped two eggs on the hard tile floor of Buttered Up’s kitchen.

Make that two more eggs. Because she’d dropped three earlier when Zoe had barged through the swinging doors with an order for three-dozen pumpkin-spiced muffins that Mrs. Andersen needed tomorrow.

“What is going on with you today?” Zoe asked, eyeing the eggs.

“What do you mean?” Josie knelt to wipe up the mess.

“You’re so jumpy.”

“You’re the one who keeps coming in here and startling me,” Josie protested.

But that was a really weak comeback. And Zoe’s hand on her hip and raised eyebrow told Josie that her friend thought so too. Zoe came in and out through those swinging doors all the time, all day long, every day. There was no reason that it should be startling Josie. And honestly, Zoe hadn’t barged. Not this time or last.

Josie was anticipating Grant’s arrival to whisk her off on the “surprise” weekend trip to Chicago, and Josie knew that her chances of convincing Zoe that she’d known nothing about it were a million to one.

“I’m startling you?” Zoe asked. “Maybe if you had your mind here at work and not on the hot millionaire who’s been rocking your world, you wouldn’t be surprised when your partner walks into the kitchen of the bakery that you run together.”

Josie realized in that moment that Zoe often referred to them as partners. She often called Buttered Up theirs. And Josie had never noticed that it was strange. Or really thought about it being untrue.

But it was.

Grant had made her recognize that this morning.

Of course she knew that she didn’t own a part of the bakery or have a financial stake in it. But it really had always felt like theirs—hers and Zoe’s. Together.

Now, though, it felt weird to hear Zoe say it.

Josie frowned.

“You are thinking about Grant and sex!” Zoe said with a huge grin. “I knew it!”

“I’m… yes, I’m thinking about Grant,” Josie admitted. That much was true. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. You getting laid so well that you can’t concentrate on baking things you’ve made so many times you could do it in your sleep is so worth a few eggs!”

Josie blinked. “I’m… wait, what do you mean I can’t concentrate? I dropped a couple of eggs but… oh my God, did I make something wrong?”

Zoe laughed. “The blueberry muffins had no blueberries in them, and you left the sugar out of the chocolate ones.”

“What?”

“It’s okay,” Zoe assured her.

“It is not!” Josie couldn’t believe it. She’d never messed up baking like that.

“It’s fine. I just told everyone we were already sold out. Which was kind of true. We were sold out of the good ones.” Zoe gave her a wink, clearly enjoying this a lot.

Josie groaned. “This is such a mess.” Zoe didn’t even know all the ways that this was a mess.

A hot, gorgeous, bossy, protective, sweet mess.

Grant Lorre was like a molten lava cake covered in ganache. A little hard on the outside, but softer once you got past that outer layer, and downright hot and even gooey inside.

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