A Recipe For Reunion. Vicki Essex

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      Her eyes widened. “You’re going to cut our hours?”

      That wasn’t what he’d said—her reaction was typically self-centered. He opened his mouth to reassure her that her job was safe, but realized he couldn’t make any promises. Not until he’d gotten a real handle on the financial situation. “You should get back to the front,” he said instead, glancing past the door and not feeling particularly sorry to end this conversation. “There are customers.”

      She looked as though she was going to say something else, but then whirled and made a quiet huffing noise.

      Five minutes later, though, she was back. “I’m sorry...again. I’m used to doing things a certain way and...you’re right,” she admitted with effort. She rubbed a palm up and down her hip and grudgingly added, “Cutting costs is good for business.”

      He studied her. She was really trying. To what end, he wasn’t sure. But Gran had wanted him to work with her, so he had to make the effort, as well. “Sit down. I want to hear your thoughts. You must have some ideas on how to make things more efficient. You’d know where best to make cuts.”

      She sat gingerly, gripping her knees. “Well...I’m not really sure. We can’t change the recipes.”

      “I wouldn’t dream of it.” He knew how proprietary Gran was of her recipes. She kept them in a binder in her safe at home. She wouldn’t even type them up on the computer, afraid a hacker would somehow steal her life’s work. He’d tried to explain that it didn’t work that way since she didn’t have internet access at home—something he’d soon change—but she was a bit of a Luddite.

      Stephanie paused. “I’ve always thought it would save us a little work to prepackage some of the bestselling cookies during the summer months for the tourists, to help move them through more quickly.”

      “That’s a good idea.” He wrote it down.

      “Labels for the bagged goodies would be nice, too. Like pretty stickers we could put on bags and tie with some gold ribbon.”

      That would cost money, and wouldn’t necessarily translate into sales, but he noted it.

      She rattled off a few more ideas—most of them were more about how the bakery looked rather than how it functioned, but he agreed the place could use a new coat of paint and maybe a change of curtains. “These are good ideas,” he said.

      “Thanks.”

      He put his pen down. Now that he had her attention, he needed to make an effort to be friendly. “So what happened to you after high school?” he asked. “We haven’t really talked.”

      “You first,” she insisted. “You went to college, right?”

      “Harvard Law School,” he confirmed, not without a little pride. He’d received a handsome scholarship and had worked part-time to feed and clothe himself. He’d been inching his way up the corporate ladder at the firm, but when Gran had gotten sick, he’d dropped everything. The truth was, he’d never really been into his job. He was an entrepreneur at heart.

      Steph prodded, “No girlfriend?”

      That was an awfully personal question. “Nope.”

      “No one? Not even someone you’d categorize as ‘It’s complicated’?”

      “That sounds exhausting.”

      She rested her chin in a hand. “I take it that means no. How about a dog? Cat? Hamster?”

      “I’m allergic to animal fur.” Irked by her pitying frown, he added, “I’m not lonely. I date occasionally. I have friends.” And then he felt stupid for getting defensive.

      The truth was most of the women he’d been with hadn’t captured his attention. Not the way Steph did, perched on the edge of her chair, her focus on him. She’d always been like that, making you feel as if you were the only person in the world she wanted to talk to. But she’d been manipulative, too, knowing she could get what she wanted if she made you feel special enough.

      It infuriated him that he should feel a twinge of attraction now.

      “So, what about you?” he asked, turning the questioning back onto her. “Did you go to college?”

      Her chin dipped. “No.”

      “Oh. I’d have thought you could study anywhere in the world.”

      “I didn’t have the grades. Actually, I never finished high school.”

      Aaron sucked in a breath. He knew she hadn’t graduated with the rest of their class, but he’d assumed an extra semester would have solved that problem. “How many credits did you have left?”

      She picked at her apron strings. “Just one.”

      He caught his jaw before it dropped. “And all this time later, you still haven’t completed it?”

      “Why bother?” She scowled.

      “Why—” He wiped a palm down his face. “You need a high school diploma. That’s a basic requirement for any job.”

      “Says who?” She tipped her nose in the air. “I didn’t need one to work here.”

      “But...basic math skills...” He bit his lip. He hadn’t meant to say anything about that.

      Steph’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean ‘basic math skills’? You think I can’t add or something?”

      “I couldn’t help but notice you’ve made some mistakes on the till, is all. I thought maybe...” Lord, he hadn’t intended to bring this up now. He’d had some suspicions, but he hardly knew what to say. Unable to veer off this course, he asked, “You had a hard time in math, didn’t you?”

      “Really? We’re going to compare report cards now?” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Since you’re asking, I had a hard time in lots of things.” She sniffed. “But I don’t need a piece of paper to prove I can bake.”

      “You could at least have gotten your high school equivalency diploma. Don’t you care what people think?”

      “Are you judging me?”

      “No, of course not.” But he’d taken a second too long to answer, and now she pierced him with a dagger-eyed look.

      “You think I’m dumb, don’t you?” Her voice was dangerously low.

      Uh-oh. “I never said that. Maybe you have...issues.”

      Her expression shifted from angry to stone cold. “What the hell do you mean by issues?”

      He hastened to correct himself, not wanting to go into that territory. Not now. “All I meant to say was that a diploma is important.” He struggled to put into words why it was so important—to him at least—but instead he said, “It seems silly to me that you didn’t finish your credits when СКАЧАТЬ