“Preston Shaw?”
I laughed. “So, his sweet tooth is that legendary?”
“Oh, definitely. April finally took a day off?” She pulled down a bakery box. “I didn’t know you two knew each other.”
“Yeah, she’s one of my best friends. She had a mini emergency with her grandmother.”
Dre glanced up from the bakery case. “Oh, no.”
I waved my hand. “Nothing serious. Well, at least not health-wise. She decided her mid-seventies was a fine time to get a divorce before the marriage.”
Dre’s laugh filled the room. “Good for her.” She tapped her ring finger with her thumb. “I managed to give my husband the boot recently, as well.”
“Oh, did you?”
“I sure did. Remember when I got that reading from you?”
I laughed. “Been a lot of readings between, girl.”
Dre flushed. “Right. Sorry, made quite the impression on me at the time. You told me to watch out for a surprise arrival in the spring. I was thinking baby. Instead, it was Mark’s girlfriend.”
I winced. “Ouch.”
“Yeah. Thank God I never put his name on the papers for this place.” She waved toward the room. “Him and Kimmie—with an ie because she’s an infant—are going to be very happy together.”
“I’m sorry that was the surprise.”
She shrugged. “Better off. I thought it was my fault that the only thing rising in our marriage was my bread dough.”
“Oh, girl. Never your fault. Especially with how sweet and open you are. Come see me and we’ll see what kind of fall you’ll have instead. Maybe some new love is on the horizon. I have a good vibe.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m done with men for a while.” She tucked donuts into the box and started to shut the sliding door, and then reached toward some apple fritters that made my mouth water. “These are my new caramel apple fritters. I’m trying out a new honey glaze. Let me know how he likes it. And you.” She tucked two into a pastry bag. “These are on the house.”
“Aww, you don’t have to do that.”
“I insist.” She brought the box of donuts and the bag to the register. “Fifteen-eleven.”
I pulled out a twenty. “You saved my morning. Keep the change.”
“Are you sure?”
“Definitely. Make sure you come see me soon.” A little zing zipped up my spine when the door jangled again and a dark-haired man came in. He wasn’t paying either of us any mind, his attention centered on his phone. Suddenly, his gaze lifted and bright, silvery gray eyes locked with Dre’s.
Hmm.
I glanced between them. “You need to call me,” I said again.
Dre blinked before clearing her throat. “Yeah, maybe I will.”
I gave the hottie in the motorcycle jacket a grin then waggled my eyebrows at Dre and took my bundle. “See ya.”
“Bye, Ryan.” Dre cleared her throat again as she wiped her hands down her apron. “Can I help you?”
I whistled my way out the door. Love—or maybe it was just a little lust—was in the honey-scented air for sure. I was glad to see someone was getting a little whiff of happiness. I knew I sure wasn’t.
I glanced back through the big picture window to see tall, dark, and silver eyes leaning against the counter, his phone forgotten.
“Watch it!” I t