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.“It was nice to meet you.” Allen’s fingers brushed his arm.“You too.See you soon.” He lingered a moment longer, then went out, carrying his boxes of cupcakes.He would definitely be back soon.Chapter TwoALLEN LOCKED up the shop, running later than normal.The bonus sales were helpful for rent but hard on the schedule.Six o’clock.Lord.He had to be back in eleven hours….Lord.“Allen? Honey? What are you still doing at work?”Jean-Luc, one of his regulars, was coming down Harris Street, smiling at him, and he had to swallow a groan.The man was dear and always came in, but he made Allen exhausted.Before he could answer, a truck with Banigan Construction on the side pulled up.He looked over, praying the cupcakes had gone over well.The passenger’s window slid down and B called to him.“Hey, Allen.I wanted to thank you for the cupcakes.Josine was over the moon.”“Oh, good.” He headed over eagerly.“I’m so glad.” Leaning close to the open window, he whispered, “Can you please talk to me for a minute?”B glanced past him, nodded.“You need a lift? I’m going your way.”“Oh, really? That would be fabulous.Late night, you know.” He mouthed “thank you,” then waved at Jean-Luc.“Have a great evening, honey!”“But I wanted to ask you to….”Allen hopped in the truck, pretending he hadn’t heard.B pulled away from the sidewalk and headed down the road.“So where are we going?”“Oh, you can just drop me off in a couple of blocks.I won’t put you out.I just… he’s exhausting,” Allen admitted.“Well, how about you buy me a beer for my troubles?”“I can do that.Totally.She liked the cupcakes?” He could so go for beer.In fact, he was eager to.“She did.She squealed.” B chuckled.“And the guys ate them like they’d never tasted cupcakes before.”Allen clapped.“Oh, wonderful.I love to hear that.” He was building a clientele, a life that was all his, without Gary.“I think I might have committed to a standing Friday order for the guys.” B grinned at him.“Oh? Oh yeah? I love those—standing orders.”“Good.We’ll do a dozen every Friday, then.” B pulled up a few spots down from the Crazy Squirrel pub.They were lucky to get a spot big enough for the truck.It felt really high in the cab, so different from a car.“I.Yes.Yes, thank you.” Oh damn.Yay.“Thank you.I’m going to have a happy crew.” B really did have the most amazing smile.Lighting up his whole face, it put crinkles in the corners of B’s eyes that made him all the more handsome.“It’s nice to be able to plan.” He wasn’t a professional, after all.He was just a guy with a cupcake store.“Cool.” B got out and came around to open his door for him.How old-fashioned and dear.“Oh, thank you.” It was a long way down to the sidewalk.“You’re welcome.” B’s hand might have lingered on his arm as he slid down.The last time anyone had been so solicitous, it had been Gary.“Is your office close by?” Allen felt like flirting, like playing.“It’s wherever the latest job is, which is very nearby at the moment.I live close enough to the shop, though, that it won’t be a hardship to pick up… cupcakes every week.” B’s gaze said he didn’t really mean cupcakes.Allen blushed, head ducking.“Do you come to the Crazy Squirrel often?” The pub might have an odd name, but it was very typical in many ways.The exterior was brick with large windows looking into the interior; they were covered in the usual signs: one declaring the place open, a second flashing out the availability of local beer on tap, and a third advertising a big-name brewery.“Most Fridays.I like to unwind with a beer and a burger.”“I’m normally home by this time.I have early mornings.”“I appreciate you coming out with me, then.” B led them inside, where wood and faux leather dominated, and took him over to a booth.Big enough for four, it wasn’t so large that it felt like they were lost in it.“You did rescue me from Jean-Luc.” That man was like an energy vampire.“Your knight in shining, uh, denim.”Allen chuckled, nodded, and suddenly, he missed Gary so badly he couldn’t breathe.Gary had been his hero, had been his whole life, and then in one second, he had just been gone.B’s eyebrows drew together.“You all right, Allen?”“Oh.Oh yes.I’m fine, thank you [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]