Fake dating the hot investor of Norah’s bakery seems like a foolproof way to get her matchmaking mother off her back. It could also be a recipe for disaster.
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Wait with Me Series
Fake dating the cute owner of a bakery Dean is an investor in sounds kind of messy…but messy can be fun.
Norah Donahue wants bakeries not babies, but her matchmaking mother won’t stop trying to play Cupid.
Dean Moser is a cocky stock market savant whose friends are all settling down, leaving Boulder’s infamous ladies’ man all alone.
When Norah needs a fake date for her parents’ anniversary party, her new silent investor is the perfect guy for the job. It seems like a foolproof plan…
That is until Norah decides to break her biggest rule and lock lips with Dean in the middle of the party to spite her meddling mother.
Turns out that Dean and Norah’s chemistry is sizzling hot, and mixing business with pleasure could turn out to be a recipe for disaster.
Or maybe they can have their cake and eat it too.
I prop the phone on my shoulder and begin picking up some stray trash in the alley while the line trills.
“Hello?” Dean’s deep voice reverberates into the line, and my stomach clenches with unease.
“Hey, sugar butt.” I can hear the laughter in his voice.
“Are you coming into the bakery today?”
“Should I be coming into the bakery today?”
“Oh well…that’s up to you, I was just wondering…”
“I was wondering if you were going to have dinner tonight?” I ask a little too fast and cringe with thankfulness that he can’t see me right now. I begin to pace, hoping it will quell my nerves.
“I eat dinner most nights, Norah.”
“Right…of course.” I scratch the bandana on my forehead nervously. “It’s just…I had these two really nice cuts of salmon, and I was thinking about making them.”
“That sounds nice.”
“Do you want some?”
“Of your salmon?”
“Yeah…I, um…thought you could come over, and I could cook for us.”
The line goes quiet for a second before Dean replies, “Norah, is this a booty call?”
My eyes widen, and I cough out, “No…a booty call? No. I just…I had the salmon.”
“So I’ve heard.”
I exhale heavily. “Forget it, okay?”
“I’d love to come over and have some salmon.”
Ugh, I hate my life. “If it’s an inconvenience, I can eat the salmon myself.”
“Oh, can you?” he asks with a teasing tone in his voice.
My lips thin as I sarcastically respond. “Yes…if you recall from our trip, I’m well equipped to consume on my own.”
Dean’s deep chuckle vibrates through the line, making the hairs on my arms stand as I recall how it feels when he laughs into my neck. “I’d really hate to see you eat alone.”
“I’m going to kill you.”
“No, you’re not,” he replies smugly. “But hey…I’m good with hooking up tonight, but I have a better idea.”
“You come over to my place and let me cook for you.”
“What? But…the salmon,” I stutter, not really liking the idea of being out of my own space.
“You cooked last time. It’s my turn.”
My brows wrinkle at the loss of control, but I hear myself grumble back, “Okay then.”
“Okay then. I’ll see you tonight.”
“See you tonight.”
“This will get easier.”
I sigh heavily. “You could make it easier by torturing me less, you know.”
“But where’s the fun in that?”
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Amy Daws is an Amazon Top 25 bestselling author of sexy, contemporary romance novels. She enjoys writing love stories that take place in America, as well as across the pond in England; especially about those footy-playing Harris Brothers of hers. When Amy is not writing in a tire shop waiting room, she’s watching Gilmore Girls, or singing karaoke in the living room with her daughter while Daddy smiles awkwardly from a distance.
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