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kitchen towel. “What the hell was that for?”
    “Oh. Sorry boss. My bad. You’ve got flour on your ass. I was just helping get it off.”
    “I’m a baker, Amy. Having flour on my clothes is part of the deal. What’s got your panties in a twist?”
    Brynn’s eyes narrowed when she saw Amy glance at the door to the shop. What the hell was going on? Her assistant had a weird expression that hovered between mischief and total innocence. She had two sisters dammit and wasn’t stupid when it came to female meddling.
    Suddenly, her assistant morphed into a mother figure, pulling off Brynn’s apron and even using the towel to swipe at something on her face. Oh, come on, she thought. What in the world was all this fussing about?
    “I don’t have time for any nonsense Amy so stop with the mother hen routine. Unless you tell me what’s really going on, you can just go send whoever is here to see me on their merry way.”
    The assistant laughed. “Oh, you have time for this nonsense.”
    “Planning on telling me why?”
    The grin coming back her way got even bigger. “Does tall, seriously cute, and dressed all in black qualify as why ?”
    Heaving a dramatic sigh, Brynn snarled. “Seriously? You want to drag me out front because of a guy? The customers are your job. I like being in the kitchen, and that’s the way it’s going to stay.” Fuck. Even to her own ears she sounded like a mud-stuck spinster too set in her own ways to indulge in a little fun.
    “Brynn Wilde,” Amy pouted. “You are a pain in the tochus! You know that, right?”
    “Yeah, well …. my tochus is fine the way it is. Stop with the Hello Dolly matchmaking, would you? I do not have time for every hot piece of ass that stops by.”
    “Someday I’m going to make you eat those words, but right now you have a visitor so stuff a sock in the whining. He’s here to see you . Not stop by the bakery for a treat. He mentioned something about the renovation project. Whatever the case, stop yer bitchin’ lady and get out there!”
    Slamming her hands on her waist, Brynn growled and stomped a foot. Anything else , she wondered. At the moment all she could concentrate on was her own problems; about the last thing she wanted to deal with was a reminder of the projects she needed done at the house. If some guy was here to see her about the work, that meant she’d have to step away from the kitchen and make nice when losing herself in the baking was all she wanted to do.
    “Fine,” she sniped none too happily. “Why the hell not?” Smoothing her hair into a tight ponytail, Brynn glared at Amy as she brushed herself off. “You’ll have to listen for the timer and pull those challahs out of the oven when it dings. And if this conversation takes more than ten minutes, I expect you to interrupt and give me an out, okay?” When Amy didn’t say anything her temper flared. “I’m dead serious. Ten minutes Amy and then you cut in.”
    Stomping like a sulky toddler, she headed for the door to the shop. “Where is this Mr. Black?”
    Hearing Amy’s throaty laugh rattled Brynn’s nerves. “Oh, you’ll see him right away boss lady. He’s awfully hard to miss. And you might want to have a tissue in your pocket.”
    “For what?” Brynn demanded.
    “For the drool.”
    Oh shit.

    Brynn saw him the instant she cleared the swinging doors into the shop. Amy hadn’t been exaggerating. Even from across the large room she could see that he was quite a head-turner. There was just something about a guy in head-to-toe black that caught a gal’s attention.
    He was tall. She was a solid five seven and a half, and he looked to be at least half a foot and more above her head. Brown hair that reminded her of Nana’s vintage mink coat softened the man in black look, but not by much. The broad shoulders underneath a well-worn leather jacket actually made Brynn catch her breath. He looked like someone you’d run to for comfort in a thunderstorm.
    Wait a minute! What?