Match Made in Valley View (Valley View Book #2)

Chapter 4

After that Friday night with Wes, we’ve been texting and calling each other a lot, but both of us have been so busy that we haven’t been able to see each other again. I have a wedding cake this weekend that has been keeping me busy and the local high school has homecoming in two weeks and they asked me to do a cake for the dance.

Even though I am busy with all of those things, I still can’t get the feel of his lips on mine out of my head. If I’m being honest, more than once this last week I’ve gone to bed after giving myself a release with my vibrator, thinking of him. For some reason, “Oh Wes,” flows so freely off my lips. I’m sure it would sound even better in his presence.

I am not sure I can go much longer without seeing him, so I’m going to ask him if he wants to come over for dinner tonight or maybe tomorrow night. I’ll be busy with the wedding in the morning tomorrow, but by afternoon I am free. Before I can do that, I have to finish my prep work for the morning bakery items. 

I love baking and I love spending time in the back, measuring and mixing and getting everything ready, but it certainly isn’t a glamorous job. By the time I am done I am full of flour, my hands are a few colors dyed from frosting, and my hair looks like a bird’s nest. I’m just about to head up front to lock up when I heard the bell go off. I hurry over to get my hands washed and I holler out to the person.

“Hey! I’ll be right there, sorry!”

“Don’t worry darling, I’ve got time.” I recognize that voice and a smile pulls across my face. I tear off my apron and attempt to casually make my way out into the front. He is standing there with a single pink rose, smiling that million-dollar smile he has.

“Wes,” his name just a whisper from my lips.

“Hey, Holly. This is for you.” He hands the flower over the counter and gives me a kiss on the cheek. I touch my cheek and smile.

“What are you doing here?”

“I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d stop by.” I smile, ready to call his bluff.

“Why in the world were you in the neighborhood?” He smirks back at me, knowing that I caught him in a silly lie. I walk around the counter and head to the front door to lock up. I gesture over to a table and Wes sits down while I turn off the neon sign and close the blinds.

“Do you want anything? Cookie? Cupcake?”

“I don’t know, What would you suggest?”

I press my finger against my chin like I’m thinking it over, “Hmm, the birthday cake cupcakes with vanilla frosting are my favorite. I know it seems plan, all things considered, but birthday cake cupcakes are one of the first cupcakes I made on my own.”

Wes smiles at me, “I think I need to try one of those though.” I grab a couple of plates from under the counter and serve us up the cupcakes before sitting back down next to him and sliding a cupcake over to him. He holds the cupcake up and examines it, “These are cute.”

“They’re supposed to be cute.” He peels back the wrapper and takes a big bite, leaving a bit of vanilla frosting on the tip of his nose. I giggle and reach over to wipe it off with my thumb. Before I can pull my thumb back, Wes takes it and puts it in his mouth, licking the frosting off of it.

“That was my frosting,” he says with a bit of a growl to his voice.

“Oh, well excuse me, I won’t steal your frosting again.”

“Good. This is serious business.”

“Oh, I am well aware of how serious the frosting and cupcake business are.”