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best part was that no matter how wild her thoughts ran, she’d
probably never see him again.
    A call came in around nine for a
wedding cake.  Beth loved making wedding cakes, even though they came with a
pressure she didn’t like.  Working under pressure wasn’t exactly Beth’s dream
in life, which is why she chose baking because it took their time.  Everything
was a calculated process that led to something delicious.  And if it didn’t
come out tasting delicious, you could just do it all again.  With a wedding
cake, it was more or less a one shot deal.  You have one shot to make a cake
that will serve as the centerpiece for a couples’ wedding.  It’ll be the cake
in the pictures.  It’ll be the cake that all the guests eat. 
    Granted, Beth never had a wedding
cake disaster, but she still got butterflies in her stomach when an order came
in for a wedding cake.  The woman she spoke to on the phone seemed to be in a
hurry and gave a basic description of what she wanted.  Three tiers and a mix
of vanilla and chocolate.  Hearing the way the woman spoke, Beth got the idea
that the only reason she got the call was because of what had happened.  Beth
insisted the woman come to the bakery to go over the design of the cake, so she
agreed but not without a hint of nervousness in her voice.
    That made Beth realize that people
probably thought the street and neighborhood was infested with crime. 
    That wasn’t the case at all.
    The morning became quiet and as
Beth began to build a new supply order, she heard the door open.  Each time the
door opened, her heart would jump for a few seconds, expecting a man wielding a
gun to come after her.  When she turned this time, she froze in place.
    Bobby had come back.
    **
    Today he was dressed down and
looked even hotter than yesterday.  He looked at Beth and nodded, but didn’t
say a word.  She looked to his hands and couldn’t believe her eyes.
    Bobby had come to the bakery with a
small box. 
    “Good morning,” she managed to call
out, trying not to let her voice crackle.  She was instantly heated up just
staring at Bobby.  The stranger that had come to her bakery yesterday and now
came back again.
    Bobby looked at the walls until he
found a table near an outlet.  He put the box on the table and went to work,
moving casually.  He took out a coffee pot and Beth smiled.  When he bent over
to plug it into the wall, Beth’s eyes widened and she felt a pulse up and down
her body, the only time it stopped was between her legs.  She felt tempted to
lock the front door and go after Bobby.  Thinking about it was one thing, but
as Beth’s hands touched her thighs, she remembered why she would never do
something like that.  She was too big to have that kind of confidence.
    Bobby set up the coffee pot and
then turned to finally face Beth.
    “Can I borrow some water, please?”
he asked.
    When he smiled, Beth felt like her
legs could melt.
    “What… what are you doing?” she
asked.
    “I offered to buy you a coffee,”
Bobby said.  “You said you were too busy so I’m bringing the coffee to you.  I
just need some water.  If you don’t mind.”
    “Hold on a sec,” Beth said.
    She found a large measuring cup and
filled it with water.  When Bobby came to get it, she inhaled his scent.  A man
smell that made her senses rage.  She watched him pour the water into the
coffeepot and then turn it on.
    Before he returned the measuring
cup to her, he took out two paper cups, lids, packets of sugar, and even had
small creamer cups and lids.
    Bobby came with a purpose.
    Standing back at the counter, he
placed the measuring cup down and said, “There.  Now we’re all set.”
    “I don’t understand…”
    “Coffee,” Bobby said and pointed to
the table.  The coffeepot gurgled and the warm smell of coffee started to
filter into the air, mixing with the smell of fresh baked goods. 
    “Why?” Beth asked sharply.  She
didn’t mean her tone but couldn’t