by Payton Lane
She had her friends, her business. A lust, let alone a love affair, didn’t fit into the compact life she enjoyed and created. She had balance and that man promised anything but that one thing. She preferred the slow build to attraction anyway. Half convinced now, she nodded. That quick, hot jolt of attraction always fizzled out. She pressed her nose to the leather. This would be the last smell before she hung the jacket in the foyer’s closet. She had a meeting to prepare for. That was worth her worry and the stomach flutters.
Her future business ally planned to move on the same street as her bakery. Something they still needed iron out even though Tina and George had reassured her impulse buys would circumvent any possible cut into Emma's profits. Most people on the run wouldn’t bother to walk across the street for the real deal. If she limited what Caff-aholic offered, it would still leave people with a reason to come to her. Sometimes a cookie wouldn’t feed the craving for a pie, no matter how delicious. All very good points that eased some of her concerns, but not all.
The rest of the details...that she could deal with tomorrow at the meeting. That should have been her only focus. Not a man.
Emma slipped off the coat and placed it into the dark recess of the closet without sniffing the air.
“Good riddance,” she said and slammed the door.
COMING SOON
