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Chapter 25 – The Alpha And The Baker

“Yeah, it is, that’s why I was surprised that you were up and about, let alone in the city.”

His smile turned a bit bashful, and although I didn’t know why, I still found it pretty cute. It was both weird and welcome that a guy who was so drop-dead hot could also be pretty adorable. I liked the juxtaposition of it all.

“Chris and I were making a run to the public market for a bunch of stuff we can’t grow and general dairy stuff.”

“Oh man, the public market. I miss it.”

“You don’t go?”

“Too busy. I start at three-thirty or four in the morning most times, and that’s when the market opens. By the time I close, the market is done.”

He whistled. “You’re totally right. I guess I never thought about that.”

“No worries. I know my schedule isn’t exactly usual.”

“No, definitely?-“

A sharp rap on my side door cut him off, and we jerked our heads in that direction. For a moment, I was so confused, but then realization hit me like the truck that was waiting outside.

“My delivery,” I blurted, rushing to the door.

Normally, I always left the side door open in the half-hour window that my bulk delivery guy showed up, which was biweekly on Sundays. But I’d been so caught up with everything that I’d completely forgotten about it.

“Delivery?” Cas asked, following me.

“Bulk ingredients, like flour and stuff. Cheaper to order it and have it delivered by a guy me and three other shops around here use. We split the fees between us and give him a little extra tip for his trouble.”

What I didn’t say was that all of that was under the table. Technically, the man was only supposed to be delivering to the Tex-Mex place, but him allowing us to split the fees amongst ourselves for an extra two stops and a hundred dollars in his pocket made it so we could all afford the delivery we needed.

Because flour was heavy.

“Oh, that’s nice.”

“Sure is!”

By the time I got to the door, two sacks of flour were already waiting there. Yeah, Gary was pretty efficient. But before I could even greet him or bend down to pick one up, Cas sidled around me and scooped both bags up at the same time.

Holy shit! Just how strong was this guy?

“I got this,” he said with a grin, like he wasn’t just casually holding a hundred pounds of flour. “Where should I put this?”

“Um, straight back, then to your left. Bottom shelf of both racks. There’s a bag and a half already on them.”

“Roger, roger.”

And then he walked off with the two sacks, leaving me to handle the tip and do no physical labor. Not that I was complaining; hauling flour bags was the least favorite part of my week, but it was most certainly unexpected.

Especially when he returned so quickly that he was actually able to help Gary unload the truck. My order was about a third of what it used to be for most things, but flour was still pretty high up there since I used it for pretty much everything. I ordered about eight bags every two weeks, and usually that was the right amount, give or take a bag.

But I hoped I could bump it up to ten bags during the busy season. That would be a huge sign that I was headed in the right direction.

“You be safe now, Miss Felicia,” Gary said, tipping his head before slamming the rear doors of his van. I would have waved back, but I was holding a case of heavy cream, which was living up to its name even with my baker muscles.

“You too, Gary. Tell Mr. and Mrs. Munoz I said hi.”

“Will do.”

With that, he drove off. I headed back inside, where Cas was just returning from carrying the last two bags. Maybe I was a bit too caught up in those biceps of his and his strut, because the next thing I knew, I was tripping over my slightly askew welcome mat.

I braced instinctually and squeezed my eyes shut, but while I did reach a sudden stop, there was no pain. Confused, I opened my eyes to find myself face-to-face with Cas yet again.

“Fancy meeting you here,” I murmured, caught up in those intense eyes of his. Honestly, I was impressed I had the capacity to string together a coherent sentence with my body reacting so viscerally to our close proximity.

He’d caught me.

Physically caught me.

Like something out of a Hollywood movie, his arm was around the small of my back as he supported my full weight.

That was so fucking hot.

Shit! The heavy cream!

That was so expensive, and my stomach sank at how costly it would be to replace it. As Cas slowly righted me, I realized our feet weren’t wet. In fact, there wasn’t even a drop of white liquid on the floor, let alone an alabaster flood.

No, he couldn’t have.


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