Finding the Spark: A Rosewood Short Story (A Rosewood Novel Book 3) by Laurence Andrea

Author:Laurence, Andrea [Laurence, Andrea]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2018-04-15T16:00:00+00:00

Ready for More? The Fun in Rosewood Continues…

Chapter One

“Now those are some nice looking buns.”

Madelyn Chamberlain looked up in time to see Emmett Sawyer walk past her bakery. He was up early for a night owl—or perhaps he was up late for him—but as always, the shaggy, laid-back owner of Woody’s, the local bar, was looking casually delicious. He managed to make a simple t-shirt and jeans look sexy. Of course, it helped that his well-worn jeans fit him like they were custom made. Just the sight of him wearing them caused an uncharacteristic tingle to run through her body. “They sure are,” she muttered to herself.

“Maddie, do they have nuts in them?”

Emmett disappeared from sight and Maddie turned to look at Miss Dotty as she perused the bakery case. Apparently Miss Dotty had been referring to the honey buns, not Emmett’s well-fitting jeans. “No, if you want nuts, get the sticky buns instead. They have toasted, candied pecans.”

“Oooh... sticky buns.” Miss Dotty moved to the next case and got engrossed in the daily selections.

Maddie was always dumbfounded when customers came in and stared at the choices as though they weren’t the same every day. When she bought The Rosewood Bakery from the late owner’s daughter, Maddie worked with her father to put together a solid business plan. Part of that was being smart about supplies and offerings. When she reopened as Madelyn’s Bakery & Tea House, she decided to serve a standard set of baked goods available on a regular basis. Each day, in addition to any custom orders, she featured one special item, like lemon tarts or chocolate éclairs.

It’d worked well for her so far. Some people came in and got the same treat every day. Others came in the same day each week for their favorite special. She normally sold out of the white chocolate raspberry cheesecake bars by noon every Tuesday. They did well enough that she was considering adding them as an everyday offering.

Miss Dotty, a daily visitor, had a sweet tooth and no desire to actually bake anymore.. Each day, the older woman would wander into the shop and stare intently at the display case, spending upwards of fifteen minutes in the shop. And no matter how many questions she asked or how many other items she eyed, she always left with a cinnamon roll.

“You know, I think today I’ll just have my usual,” Dotty decided.

Maddie smothered a grin. “Sure thing.” She slid the back of the case open and pulled out a cinnamon roll. She already had a small pastry box ready to go by the register. “That’s three-fifty.”

Miss Dotty fussed in her purse for a few minutes, and then finally pulled out a few rumpled bills. There seemed to be an endless supply of wadded up bills in the bottom of Miss Dotty’s leather Coach bag. Surely Miss Dotty could afford a wallet, but it seemed that everything just gathered in the bottom; a stockpile of tissues, pennies, receipts and stray dollar bills.

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