"Thank you," I said. "Had a little cart mishap."
Chase helped me collect the rest of my runaway napkins. Then he helped me get the cart safely to my stand.
He lifted the plastic boxes off the cart and put them under the shelter of the kiosk. He combed his wet hair back with his fingers, and I couldn't help but notice that his pecs looked especially good under the wet fabric of his shirt.
"Well, I'll head back inside." He looked out at the empty plaza. "Good luck today. Looks like you might need it."
"Thanks. Yes, I'd say today I'll be finding out who my loyalist fans are."
He smiled. Darn it, I missed that smile. He nodded and walked away. It took me a minute to remember how the hell to set up for the day. Chase's presence had thrown off my morning even more than the rain and the cart accident.
Cold, wet and now emotionally stunned, I moved in slow motion to the coffee station and was about to get started when I heard footsteps slapping the wet cement.
Chase was back. He stood in the rain, no hat, no coat, just his soaking wet clothes and hair. "It wasn't some game, Macy. I wasn't trying to put a notch in my belt with you. I liked you. A lot. And that hasn't changed. I still think about you all the time. Just wanted to make that clear."
I stood frozen in place, watching him walk back across the plaza, and I wondered what the odds were that I would ever meet a man like Chase again. A billion to one. Those were the odds, give or take a few billion.
I dashed around the edge of the cart and ran toward him, splashing rain water in every direction with each step. He heard me and spun around just in time for me to leap into his wet arms.
"I like you too, Chase England. A lot."
His arms held me tightly as I pressed my lips against his for a very rain soaked kiss.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chase
Two months later
I stood on Macy's stoop with a dozen red roses and a Sweet Spot box under my arm. I walked inside and handed her the roses. "Lovely flowers for the newly financed bakery owner."
She took the flowers and breathed in their fragrance before scurrying off to the kitchen for a vase. "I still can't believe they gave me the loan. I went right over to the real estate office and signed the lease on the shop. It's perfectly set up since it used to house a bakery."
I placed the box on the coffee table. "I'm excited for you, Macy. I know this is what you wanted more than anything."
She returned to the living room with the vase of flowers and set them down on the coffee table next to the box. "Sweet Spot. How did it go over with the customers?"
"They loved it. The chocolate was a hit too. We're thinking of adding a different treat in each box."
"Good idea. Sweets and sex, doesn't get any better than that." She lifted the lid and looked inside. "Oh wow, so this is what comes in a Plaything box. What's this?"
"That is our newest toy. It helps with your sweet spot." I walked over and took the clit vibrator from her hand. "I'll show you how it works. Turn around."
She turned around. I walked up behind her, my cock already hard just thinking about using the toy on her. I reached around and unbuttoned her shorts, and they dropped to the ground. She flinched when I turned on the device. It was a palm sized vibrator that concentrated just on stimulating the clit. "The women in the office gave this high marks."
I leaned down and kissed her neck as I reached down and pushed it between her legs. She sucked in a sharp breath and then slowly melted against me. "Uh huh, that's definitely a sweet spot."
Macy rested her head back against me. "Gosh, a girl hardly even needs a man with these kinds of devices around."
"That's what you think, darlin'." I turned it off and dropped it on the table. She laughed wildly as I picked her up, put her over my shoulder and carried her down the hall to the bedroom.