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going to be a bakery to worry about pretty soon. He leaned back against the desk and folded his arms across his chest. “Why haven’t you told me it was this bad?” he asked.
    “There’s one more thing,” Anna said, her gaze guilty as she opened a desk drawer and retrieved an envelope.
    Jake took it, pulled the letter out and read it.
    “You’ve been short on the rent the two months prior to last and this month didn’t pay it at all?”
    “You know Megan wants to do this on her own. She doesn’t want you to bail her out.”
    “I wouldn’t be bailing her out. This bakery is as much an investment for me as it is a living for you. You two have done a good job with it, I’d hate for you to lose it and I’d hate for me to lose my investment, not to mention my credit.”
    Anna made some noise, shaking her head. “Jake…”
    “And this isn’t just about Megan. You’ve got a family to support, a mortgage to pay. We’re employing Angie out there. And what the hell would I do if my favorite cupcake bakery went out of business?”
    He knew from her expression that she was more worried than she had let on. His finding out was probably a relief to her.
    “I’ll drop a check at the property management office on my way home,” he said, tucking the letter into his pocket. “Don’t mention anything to Megan. I’ll talk to her after the party. We both have our plates full.”
    “She’s going to be mad when she finds out I told you.”
    “I’m due a report from the bank next week. I’ll wait to approach her then and we’ll get this taken care of.”
    “Ok, Jake. Just give me some warning when you talk to her, will you?”
    His smile widened, “I will.” He checked his watch. “Where are the supplies Megan needed? I’d better get them to her.”
    “Sure. Come on, I’ll walk you out,” she said.
     
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    Megan hung up the phone and rushed upstairs. Jake was on his way home, his last appointment had cancelled on him and he had already dropped by the bakery to pick up the supplies she needed. He was under a lot of pressure and he had sounded worried about this cancellation. Well, she knew of one way to relieve stress. She stripped off her dirty clothes, tossed them into the laundry hamper and quickly jumped into the shower. It was a quick shower, just long enough to shampoo the smell of food from her hair and shave her legs. Once out, she dried off and squeezed the extra moisture from her hair. She looked at the length of it. It reached to the middle of her back and when pulled straight, down to her butt, but the curls were so tight, all she could ever do with it most days was clip it out of the way and ignore it. Today, she squeezed a generous dollop of argan oil onto her hands and worked her fingers through the ringlets, arranging the mass of it off her shoulders. She then picked up the new apron she had bought. It was a very pretty coral and white with cute little floral patterns along the ruffled edges. It covered the front of her to the very tops of her thighs and left her bottom exposed when she tied the thick ribbon at her low back. She turned around to look at herself and smiled. He’d have quite the view when he walked into the kitchen.
    At that, she checked the time. He would be here in less than ten minutes. She slipped on her high-heeled black patent leather sandals and went back to the kitchen to wait for him. All of the prep work she needed to do today was done and she needed the supplies he was bringing to finish one of the desserts she was working on.
    When the garage door opened, she positioned herself at the sink. She turned on the tap and began to wash a pan, leaning over the sink just a little so that her bottom would be the first thing he saw when he walked inside.
    Her heart beat fast as she heard the car door close, her stomach in knots. She’d never done anything like this before and didn’t want to make a fool of herself.
    The door opened. There was a pause, then a: