Best Of My Love. Сьюзен Мэллери

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      For all of fifteen minutes, she thought ruefully. Then her mom had gotten sick and everything had changed.

      Shelby paused at the corner. It was still early in the day. The bakery was closed for the holiday, so she could go home and enjoy a rare long weekend. Or, she could go to work and play with cookies—perfecting the decorating of the custom ice-sculpture-inspired shapes.

      As home was a small one-bedroom apartment where no one waited for her—not even a goldfish—she turned right on Second and walked toward the familiar white storefront with the pretty silver awning. Before she got there, a car pulled up next to her and a blonde woman got out.

      Shelby smiled at her friend Madeline. “Shouldn’t you be off being romantic with your movie-star fiancé?”

      Madeline hugged her blue coat close and grinned. “I have been, but we’re taking a rest. I came home to get a few things and thought I’d say hi.” She wrinkled her nose. “I just knew you’d be working today.”

      Shelby held up both hands. “I’m not at the bakery.”

      “You’re three feet away.”

      Shelby laughed. “Okay, yes. I’m going to play with the new cookie designs. Why not? It’s quiet and I like baking.”

      “Any leftovers for hungry friends?”

      “I’m sure there are.”

      Shelby locked the front door behind them, then flipped on the lights. She loved being the first person in the building. Everywhere she looked, there was the promise of delicious things to come. The huge bowls, the racks brimming with supplies, the massive ovens—all ready to make magic from a few ingredients.

      Shelby had always enjoyed cooking, but culinary school had given her the technical expertise that had freed her creativity. While she could appreciate the perfection of a smooth and spicy sauce or a delicious entrée, the truth was most people celebrated little moments with a cookie or a brownie or cake. No one said, “Yay, you got a raise. Let’s have a sandwich.”

      She liked that, on a daily basis, she was a part of people’s lives. That Fridays were made a little brighter because of her doughnuts or pastries. That weddings and baby showers were prettier with her cakes and that birthdays came in all colors and shapes.

      She pointed to the small bistro tables by the window. The bakery had more of a walk-in clientele, but they did have a few chairs for the odd tourist who wanted to eat in.

      “What would you like? I have cupcakes, but they’re a day old.”

      “I can make that work,” Madeline said with a grin. “Anything day old from you is better than fresh anywhere else.”

      Shelby laughed. “I don’t care if you’re just saying that to be a good friend. I’m going to accept the compliment and hold it close to my heart.”

      “As you should.”

      Shelby went into the back and pulled out several large plastic bins, where the pastries that hadn’t sold were stored. After selecting an assortment, she piled them onto a plate before starting the small coffeemaker the employees used. She collected mugs and napkins, then took everything to the front of the bakery.

      Light spilled in through the big window. Despite the chill in the air, the day promised to be sunny. The mountains to the east reminded her of Colorado—where she and her brother had grown up. Those had been fun, happy times, she reminded herself. More good than bad, at least when she’d been younger. Eventually the bad would fade and she would be left with only positive recollections.

      She sat across from Madeline and studied her friend. Madeline’s eyes were bright with love and contentment and her skin practically glowed.

      “Being in love agrees with you,” Shelby told her.

      “I feel amazing. Like I’ve been waiting for Jonny all my life. When I’m with him, I can barely breathe and when I’m away from him, I can’t wait to see him again.”

      “Young love,” Shelby said with a sigh. “I remember it well.”

      Madeline laughed. “Oh, please. You’re twenty-eight, which means you don’t get to mock young love.”

      “I wasn’t mocking. I was expressing gentle envy. I’m happy for you and I’d like a little of that myself.” She paused, then leaned forward and lowered her voice. “Not with Jonny, of course.”

      “I knew that.”

      Shelby stood. “Let me go pour the coffee, then we’ll eat sugary carbs until we can’t move.”

      “Sounds like a plan.” Madeline followed her into the back. “You doing okay?”

      The question sounded casual enough, but Shelby sensed the concern. Her friend had found her crying the Sunday after Christmas. She’d been phoning and texting regularly ever since.

      “I’m fine. Better. I was just missing my mom.”

      Shelby poured them both large mugs of coffee. Madeline added creamer to hers, then they walked back to the small table by the window.

      “The holidays are hard,” Shelby admitted. “I always miss her, but it’s worse this time of year.”

      “It’s your second year without her, isn’t it?”

      “Uh-huh.”

      Last year had been worse. She’d been in a new place, on her own. Kipling had still been in rehab after his skiing accident. She’d flown down to spend Christmas with him, then had returned to Fool’s Gold and her job. But through the entire holiday season, she’d been acutely aware of the fact that except for her brother, she had no one in the world. Something she wanted to change.

      Madeline’s blue eyes turned knowing. “So last Christmas you were dealing with a fresh loss, while this year, you’re more settled. But Kipling’s married now, with a baby on the way, so everything is still different.”

      “Possibly.”

      “I’ll take that as a yes. How can I help?”

      “You already are helping by being my friend.”

      Madeline grinned. “But that’s so easy.”

      “I’m glad to hear that.” Shelby picked up a peanut butter cookie. Even a couple of days old, they were still soft and sweet, with the perfect hint of crispness. The bite she took practically melted on her tongue.

      “So,” Madeline said as she leaned forward. “Have you decided? Are you going to go for it?”

      Shelby thought about the alternative. Always making a bad decision for the very best of reasons. She wanted more. Of course, feeling safe was important, but she’d meant what she said before—she wanted what her friend had. A wonderful man to love who would love her in return. But to find that, to even start looking, she had to get over her fears.

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