My Best Friend's Fiancé (A Best Friend's Series Book 2)

by Eliza Ellis

  My Best Friend's Fiancé

  A Best Friend’s Series 2

  Eliza Ellis

  Contents

  Website

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  MY BEST FRIEND’S FIANCÉ

  Eliza Ellis

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  MY BEST FRIEND’S FIANCÉ

  A BEST FRIEND’S SERIES 2

  Copyright © 2018 Eliza Ellis

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  Chapter 1

  Katrina Kaye smoothed the final layer of her signature buttercream icing over the top of the birthday cake. It looked absolutely perfect, even though it still needed flowers, a border, and the happy birthday message.

  This was the perfect way to get over stress. She eyed the letter from the bank she saw on the small table across the kitchen. She let out a breath and refocused on her cake. Cake was wonderful. It never made a snarky comment, nor reminded you of your failures, nor demanded you empty your already zero-balance bank account to pay for a loan you stupidly took out because you trusted an ex.

  Cake made everything better.

  Using the turntable, she slowly inspected the cake for any areas where the icing seemed thin. People loved her cakes, but raved about her homemade icing, a proprietary recipe that could only be enjoyed with the proper amount—which was a lot.

  It would be worth the extra pounds, or minutes sweating it out in the gym, and definitely the coma this cake would put anyone in. Time and time again, people returned to the bakeshop for more. It wasn’t just the flavor of the icing and the richness of the thick cake beneath it. It was the care and the love she had put into each cake—no, each dessert—she created.

  Satisfied with the layer, she stepped back and sighed with a smile. She grabbed the dispenser with purple icing and got to work on the flowers.

  “Katrina!” Susie burst through the kitchen doors, out of breath. “Katrina! Someone wants to meet you. Finally!” She lifted her hands to the sky. “You don’t know how long I’ve been praying for this moment.”

  “What?” Katrina put down the flower dispenser. “What are you talking about? Praying? Susie—”

  “Yes, praying! A man. A real man is outside and wants to see you. Marcus who?” She laughed. “He’s eating one of your cupcakes. Says it’s wonderful. Wants to meet the baker.” She twirled like a little girl, which she hadn’t been in decades. “And he’s gorgeous,” her voice plummeted to a low, dramatic tone.

  “Oh.” Kat rolled her eyes and chuckled. “He’s just being appreciative, that’s all.”

  Susie ran around the island and started undoing the bow that tied Kat’s apron. “Take this off. For goodness’ sake, lose the hairnet too and fluff up your hair.”

  Kat twisted away and swatted Susie’s hands. “Get back, crazy woman! What would it look like if I came out of the kitchen with my hair all out and no apron on?”

  Susie put her hands on her hips. “Like his dream!”

  “Like a health code violation,” Kat countered.

  “Like he’d want to take a bite out of you instead of all the desserts we sell.”

  “No! I’m keeping everything on.” Kat retied her apron. “It’s very nice of him to say thanks, but that’s all it’s going to be, and then I’ll be right back in here to finish the Johnsons’ cake.”

  Susie waved a dismissive hand. “Who cares about the cake when you have a gorgeous man out front asking for you?” she cried.

  Kat grunted. “Gorgeous, right.”

  From behind, Susie shoved Kat toward the kitchen door. “Just get out there! You’ll see that I’m right. And for goodness’ sake, Kat, don’t mess this up. Smile, say nice things, giggle. Do whatever you have to do to get a date, or you’re fired. Do you hear me?”

  “Susie!” Kat felt her cheeks heat. She did…okay, so she didn’t really date. She’d spent all her time here in the kitchen not meeting anyone. In the last year, she had tried online dating but got too many messages asking if she was overweight because she was a baker and around cakes all day. Apparently, her job could filter through the shallow guys—which were all of them.

  Meeting a nice guy who wanted to get to know the real Kat—not the baker—had been difficult. Her sister Keighly had begged her to move out of Springfield, but Kat enjoyed home. Their quaint spot of the city had a small-town feel, and everyone knew her.

  Plus, Mother was still here. Father had died months before, and her mother still needed help adjusting to life without a domineering husband. Kat couldn’t abandon her now. Both her sisters had left town as soon as they had graduated—and Kat wouldn’t have minded going—but her mother had suffered emotional abuse too. It didn’t seem right to Kat to let their mother fend for herself.

  And Kat enjoyed her job and working for Susie. Nowhere would she find a more understanding, caring boss who allowed her creative flexibility that made their menu famous for the best cake and icing flavors in all of Springfield. Where else could she go and enjoy that freedom?

  “Hurry up! This is just who you need to get over that lying ex-boyfriend of yours.”

  Oh, yeah. Marcus was another reason why she hadn’t dated that much in the last year. Being dumped by the man who was responsible for her current financial crisis still hurt. “Thanks for the reminder,” Kat said dryly.

  Susie’s strength added velocity to Kat, who burst through the kitchen doors as though the kitchen was on fire. Startled patrons snapped their heads in her direction, and all eyes were on her.

  But the only eyes she saw were the gray-green ones of Andrew Callaghan.

  “Drew…” she whispered.

  She dug in her heels.

  Susie tried to conspicuously push her forward, but Kat didn’t budge. Susie eventually gave up that approach and took Kat’s hand, tugging her forward. Kat reluctantly allowed herself to be led closer and closer to Drew.

  Who was every bit as gorgeous as Susie implied.

  God-like gorgeous—if such a thing existed.

  Reddish-brown hair and a matching five o’clock shadow; intense, stormy eyes; and a smile that hinted of…recognition? Did he truly remember her? It had been…um, math was too hard at this moment. Kat recalled the skinny eight-year-old boy, but the man before her filled out the untucked, button-down shirt that hung nicely over a pair of dark jeans fitted firmly over muscled legs.

  “Amazing…” Kat whispered.

  “Okay, stop acting crazy,” Susie hissed. She cleared her throat. “Ah, t
his is our baker—”

  “Kat,” Drew said smoothly. “I thought it was you. You look…”

  His eyes strayed from her hairnet—which she wished now she had followed Susie’s advice and removed—down to her flour and icing-covered apron.

  A mess. She looked a mess. If he just said it, it’d be over and she could start dealing with the aftermath. Why hadn’t she ditched the apron, at least? She wasn’t overweight, but at least she could’ve shown off her legs in the slimming yoga pants she wore.

  Susie interrupted. “Oh, she doesn’t normally look like this. The hairnet and apron are really deceptive, believe me.” Susie laughed awkwardly.

  Kat wanted to drown in a vat of her own icing. At least she’d be smiling when she took her last breath.

  Drew laughed. “You look amazing, Kat. I remembered you had knobby knees and your mouth was too big for your face.” He wagged his brows.

  Kat ducked her head. Her legs happened to be one of her best features. The Kaye sisters all had long, dancer legs, although Keke was the dancer of the trio. Their height was one thing they could thank their father for inheriting.

  The only thing.

  As for her mouth? Kat pinned her bottom lip beneath her top teeth. She had full, round lips that models had use fillers to recreate, and she kept telling herself one day they would be kissed in a way that would truly make her swoon.

  “But now…” Drew’s voice faded as his eyes settled in on her face. Kat couldn’t read them, but she liked how they were looking at her.

  Drew’s smile turned shaky. “Uh…” He held up a half-eaten cupcake. “Incredible. You made this?”

  Kat nodded. “It’s one of my newest flavors. Has a touch of elderberry in it.”

  “Wow. Yeah, it’s really, really good. I ordered a dozen of them.” He looked down at the display case. “If everything in here tastes as good as this, then I would order everything, but then I’d never leave the gym.” A hand went to his stomach, and he laughed.

  From what Kat could see, his shirt hung smoothly over his abs. They were probably just as muscular as his arms, which bulged and strained the fabric. Kat’s eyes scanned the expanse of his chest. He definitely spent a lot of time in the gym—time well spent.

  “I wouldn’t mind it,” Susie spoke. “Cake and gym seems like an excellent combination. Kat doesn’t eat all day, contrary to popular belief. She works out regularly, too.”

  Okay, she would definitely choke on icing and cake.

  Kat didn’t know where to look, so she hopelessly stared at Drew, who winked.

  “I’m surprised Kat even bakes. I remember she burned our mud pies.”

  Susie laughed heartily while Kat smirked. “Those weren’t edible anyway.”

  Drew took another bite of the cupcake, leaving a trace of icing on his top lip. The image of Kat licking it off flashed in front of her, and she lost her breath. Where did that come from?

  “Well, I could never work in a bakery,” Drew said, licking the icing off his lip. “Nothing would make it to the front counter.”

  “It’s a good thing Kat has strong willpower. Everything she creates should win an award,” Susie said with a bright smile. She side-hugged Kat and then was called away to serve another customer.

  Kat sighed.

  Drew laughed. “She’s just showing you off. You’re an amazing baker.”

  “Still doesn’t lessen the embarrassment.”

  Drew’s smile lingered. He shook his head. “Wow, Kat. How many years has it been?”

  “Um…nearly twenty?”

  Drew blinked. “That long?”

  Suddenly nervous again, she rubbed her arms. “I’m surprised you still recognize me.”

  He popped the rest of the cupcake in his mouth and groaned in delight. Kat giggled. “Thank you. That’s actually the best compliment.”

  “You’re welcome. Thank you for making me spend an extra hour in the gym tonight,” he said playfully.

  “You don’t need it, but you’re welcome.”

  His eyes flashed a knowing look, and his lips curved up to one side. Kat suddenly felt self-conscious and moved a hand to brush her hair back, but her fingers got caught in the hairnet instead. She yanked her hand down and clasped her hands firmly behind her back.

  She never thought she’d say that to him. After all, they’d been eight years old when his family had moved away. She cried a lot that summer. Her heart hadn’t been the same since.

  Her childhood best friend. Gone. Forever.

  Until today.

  He leaned in over the counter and whispered, “Not to knock Susie or anything, but you should open your own place.”

  She wished she could have the same enthusiasm she saw in his confident grin. Unfortunately, she had tried the route.

  And failed.

  Big time.

  Opening her own place would never happen again. That dream was long dead. She had learned to be content as a small bakery baker.

  “Katrina!”

  Katrina’s eyes spotted her second-ever best friend in the world, and her eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets. “Parker? What in the world are you doing here?”

  Parker laughed loudly and ran forward, her left hand outstretched. “Getting married, silly!”

  “Getting married? You’re engaged?” When had that happened? “Since when? You’ve said nothing for months! I didn’t—”

  Parker looped an arm through Drew’s. Katrina’s heart stopped suddenly. If she closed her eyes, she wouldn’t see it. But it couldn’t be unseen.

  Her heartbeat thumped loudly in her ears, its rapid pace slowing as the seconds ticked by. She had to breathe, or she’d actually die.

  Her gaze slowly rose to Drew’s. His skin had paled, making his reddish-brown hair look more red.

  Parker hopped up and down like a giddy kid in a bakeshop. Her hand roamed slowly down Drew’s thick bicep. “Have you met my fiancé, Drew?” She looked up at him with love. “Oh, you have a little bit of icing just…here…” She kissed the corner of Drew’s mouth.

  Ugh. That didn’t look as good as Katrina’s daydream at all.

  Chapter 2

  Yeah… He had planned to break that news more slowly.

  Hearing his fiancée say it out loud had sent a shiver of fear up and back down his spine. Drew couldn’t understand it. He’d been engaged for a few months. He should be used to it by now. But every time…

  He had watched Kat’s expression play out in slow motion. She’d gone from utter shock at seeing Parker to a death pallor. Her warm mocha skin had actually lightened, or was that him? He’d felt himself go pale as a chill had spread through his body. What was Kat thinking? Feeling? He worried about her.

  He loved his fiancée. Really. She had brought him through some of the darkest moments of his life. Without her support, he’d still be slipping slowly down the cavern of depression, without any way of digging himself out. He owed her his life, and marrying her was such a small price to pay—not a price, but he looked forward to spending the rest of his life thanking her.

  Kat fiddled with her necklace. His lips parted. She was still wearing it? After all these years?

  The summer his family had moved to Guam was the worst of his life. He’d spent years in Missouri, and Kat had been his best friend. They had gone to school together, got in trouble together, and explored the haunts of their neighborhood together. They loved each other in a childlike way that he could only describe as ride or die. They had each other’s back to the point they’d argue whose fault it was when one of them got in trouble.

  So they both took the blame.

  And enjoyed timeout together.

  When the military ordered his father and family to Guam, Drew and Kat ran away the week before. They got about two miles away to a fort they’d built in a nearby wooded area near a lake. It all lasted about two hours. They were found by two sets of angry parents and ripped from each other’s arms. Then they were forbidden to see each other, and Drew nearly lost hi
s mind. Both his parents and hers had considered their attachment unhealthy. They were just children who would grow up and make new friends. They didn’t really love each other. How could they? They were only eight. What did they know of love?

  So Kat had stayed away until nearly the last second when Drew’s family loaded the final suitcase into the cab taking them to the airport. Drew had never been happier to see her in his life. He gave her one half of a heart necklace his mother had given him to remind him of their friendship. His last image of Kat was of a girl sobbing on the sidewalk holding half of his heart.

  She wasn’t crying now, but she held the necklace.

  “Aren’t you going to congratulate us, Kat?” Parker asked in a whiny tone.

  Kat blinked a few times and shook her head with a smile. “Of course. I’m sorry, I was just…so shocked. Why didn’t you tell me?” Kat came around the counter and reached out to give Parker a hug.

  Parker backed up. “Sorry, sweetie, but you’re a mess. I can’t get icing and flour on this suit. I only trust my dry cleaners. You understand, right?”

  Kat stood there with arms outstretched, looking utterly confused. Drew stepped into the waiting embrace and firmly wrapped his arms around her. “Thank you, Kat,” he whispered into her ear. Her arms came around him, her hands splaying across his back.

  “Drew! Your clothes!”

  “I don’t care,” he answered curtly, still holding onto Kat, who squeezed him tighter.

  “I’m so happy you’re home,” she whispered.

  “Me, too.”

  “Um…” Parker nervously chuckled. “Are you trying to steal my man, Kat? That’ll be a first.”