“I think by about three thirty. He said we were the last appointment of the day.”
“Sounds good. Don’t get into much trouble, now.” She winks at me before heading out the back door.
With the bakery closed, I turn the music up and get lost in my work. Every step of the process is like second nature to me. I haven’t had to look at a recipe card for one of our regular items in years. Only when we try something new do I need to follow them, and even then, I sometimes wing it for basics.
I’m shaking my ass to a Luke Bryan song that talks about doing just that, when I feel two hands grab my hips.
“Eek!” I yelp out, turning around quickly as I fling frosting off the smoothing tool I’m using.
“It’s just me,” Garrett’s smooth voice says as he laughs at my shocked expression.
“You scared the ever-loving shit out of me,” I tell him as I smack my hand against his chest.
“I didn’t mean to scare you, but I also couldn’t stay away with the way you were shaking that ass.”
“I didn’t hear you knock or come in.”
“I realize that. I could hear the music, I figured you didn’t hear my knock, so I went ahead and tried the door to see if it was unlocked. If it wasn’t, I was going to try calling, next.”
“I guess it’s a good thing it was unlocked, since I don’t have my phone right on me. I guess I didn’t think of that when I turned the music up.”
“Do you usually dance around while decorating cakes?” he asks.
“Sometimes. Okay, so probably any time we are closed out front but I’m here decorating. It’s just so relaxing and fun. I turn up some tunes and go to town.”
“Well, I can tell you, I’m a fan.” He winks at me.
“I’m sure you are.”
He captures my lips and pulls me close. I melt into his embrace as his mouth teases me.
“Hmm, I could get used to that,” I admit once we break the kiss.
“I’m already addicted to kissing you. Now, I just need to figure out a way to do so every day.”
“God, that sounds amazing,” I admit.
“We’ll figure it out,” he assures me. “I should get that control panel swapped so I can get this oven working for you.” He leaves me by the prep table and heads over to the oven where his tool bag and a box is already sitting. Damn, I must have really been in the zone if I didn’t hear him come in and set all that down before he came over and scared me.
I watch as he takes the new part out and studies it for a minute. I’m guessing to see how it connects in. He starts disassembling the oven, taking the front panel off to expose the control panel. It surprises me how quickly he’s able to pop the other one out and insert the new one into place. Before I know it, he’s got the oven working and is fully securing it in place.
“I’m all done,” he says as he places his tools back in his bag.
“You’re just as focused on your work as I am on mine,” I muse.
“I tend to do that. It keeps me from getting behind or possibly messing something up with an install. I don’t ever want to be the reason the company has to send someone back out, so I take my time and make sure it is done correctly the first time.”
“That’s admirable of you.”
“Just good work ethic. If I do a bad job, it not only reflects on me, but the company, as well.”
“True,” I agree with him.
“When will you be done here?” he asks.
I look at the prep table and I have the cake I’m currently working on about half done. The rest I can finish tomorrow. “I can be done in probably thirty minutes, if I focus.”
“Okay, I’ll get my things put back in the truck and finish up some paperwork. Do you need me to swing by the store for anything for tonight?”