Don't Let Go: Hope Book 6 by Jaci Burton

Author:Jaci Burton [Burton, Jaci]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781472228284
Publisher: Headline
Published: 2016-07-25T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

BRADY HAD AN early paint job that morning, so he was in the shop before anyone else. He’d left Roxie to run the halls of the offices, figuring Molly would grab her and take her out as soon as she came in.

By the time he finished, the office staff had come in and all the engine bays were filled. He slid out of his coveralls and brushed his fingers through his hair, checking in with Molly, who informed him she and Roxie were fine.

What he wanted was a good cup of coffee and maybe a cinnamon roll.

Or maybe he just wanted to see Megan, who he hadn’t talked to since that night she’d made it clear she wanted him to leave.

He’d given her space, figuring whatever sudden mood she’d fallen into would dissipate and she’d call or text him.

She hadn’t. She hadn’t brought him coffee or anything from the bakery all week. In fact, since the night they’d had sex, he hadn’t seen or heard from her.

What the hell?

He scrubbed his hands and washed the sweat from his face, then stared at his reflection in the mirror.

Maybe he’d failed to satisfy her.

Nah. That was utter bullshit. She’d responded. Hell, she’d more than responded. As he thought back to that night, his dick twitched.

Bad time to think about sex with Megan. But it couldn’t be that she thought the sex was awful. He was great in the sack. That couldn’t be the reason she’d avoided him.

She was probably busy, just like him. He decided he’d head over to the bakery and get a coffee and say hi.

He told the receptionist he was going to take a break, then headed up the street to Cups and Cupcakes.

When he pushed through the door of the bakery, he was surprised at how crowded it was. He got in line and waited his turn, inhaling the scent of fresh-brewed coffee.

He’d gotten to work so early this morning that even Megan’s bakery hadn’t been open yet. Not that he’d been going in there for coffee, though he didn’t know why. Instead, he’d been brewing that awful sludge in his apartment and drinking the stuff at the garage. Megan’s coffee was so much better.

As he walked into her shop it smelled like he was standing at the gates of heaven. Between the coffee and the buttery scent of pastry, his stomach was growling. It looked like Megan and her assistant were staying busy, too. He picked up his phone to check the time.

Seven fifteen. Yeah, everyone wanted their brew and breakfast treats as they headed off to work.

When he got to the counter, Megan looked up, her brows raising as she saw him. “Hey, Brady.”

“Mornin’, Megan.”

“What can I do for you?”

“I’ll take an extralarge coffee and . . .” He perused the inventory. “How about a cinnamon roll?”

“Sure. I’ll have those at the end of the counter for you shortly.”

She was all business, but he supposed that, considering the crunch of people in here, she didn’t have time for personal talk.

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