wait while he and his fellow troops cleared an area, double checked security, in short, protected our lives.
All I heard was a ticking clock of sick and dying people, but he was smarter than me, and reminded me time and again that if the doctors died, then the people surely would, too. That was Andrew Spencer—putting the good of all far ahead of the good of himself. He risked his life for us many times. But the last time—
Brody’s cell rang, dancing across the oak surface of his desk. He considered letting it go to voicemail, but in the end answering the phone was easier than writing the letter. “Hello?”
“Dr. McKenna, this is Kate down at Nora’s Sweet Shop.” Even over the phone, Kate’s voice had the same sweet tone as in person. Brody liked the sound of her voice. Very much. Maybe too much. “I’m calling because there’s a problem with your cupcake order. I…I can’t fill it. My assistant had to go out of town today because her first grandchild came a little early, and that leaves me short-handed with a whole lot of orders, not to mention a huge one due tonight. Anyway, I took the liberty of calling another bakery in town and they said they’ll be happy to take care of that for you. No extra charge, and I assure you their work is as good as mine.”
Kate Spencer was in a bind. He could hear the stress in her voice, the tension stringing her words together. He thought of that card in his pocket, and of the promise he’d made to Andrew to help Kate. Now, it turned out that Brody’s order had only added to her stress level.
“Anyway, let me give you the name and number of the other bakery,” she said. “They’re expecting your call, and have all my order notes.”
Brody took down the number, jotting it on a Post-it beside the letter he’d been working on. His gaze skimmed the words he’d been writing again. That was Andrew Spencer—putting the good of all far ahead of the good of himself.
It was as if Andrew was nudging Brody from beyond the grave. Do something, you fool. You said you would. “Is there any way I can help?” Brody asked.
She laughed. “Unless you can come up with an experienced baker in thirty minutes who is free for the next few days, then no. But don’t worry, we’ll be fine. I do feel bad about the last minute notice on changing suppliers, but I assure you the other bakery will do a great job. Thanks again for the business, and please consider us in the future.”
“In case I ever have another wedding to buy a cake for?”
“Well, you are a doctor,” she said with a little laugh. “You know, most desirable kind of bachelor there is. God, I can’t believe I said that. Something about being on the phone loosens my tongue to say stupid things.” She exhaled. “I’m sorry.”
“No, no, I’m flattered. Really. Most people who come to see me are complaining about something or other. It’s nice to get a compliment once in a while.”
She laughed again, a light lyrical sound that lit his heart. For the first time in days, it felt like sunshine had filled the room. “Well, good. I’m glad to brighten your day. Anyway, thanks again.”
“Anytime.” She was going to hang up, and his business with Kate Spencer would be through, unless he found a reason to buy a lot of chocolate filled baskets. He glanced again at the words on the page, but no brilliant way to keep her on the line came to mind.
“Thank you for understanding, Dr. McKenna.” She said goodbye, then the connection ended. He stared at the phone and the number he’d written down for a long, long time. He read over his attempt at the letter, as half hearted as his attempts to keep his promise, then crumpled it into a ball and tossed it in the trash. Then he got his coat and headed out the door, walking fast.
Thirty minutes wasn’t a lot of time to change a future, but Brody was sure going to try.
CHAPTER FOUR
WIND battered the small building and rain pattered against the windows of Nora’s Sweet Shop. A fall storm, asserting its strength and warning of winter’s imminent arrival. Kate sat at her desk, flipping through the thick stack of yellow order sheets.
She had two corporate orders. Three banquets. And now, the McKenna wedding—well, no, that one was safely in another bakery’s hands. A lot of work for one bakery, never mind one person. On any other day, she’d be grateful for the influx of work. But today, it all just felt…overwhelming. She glanced over at the folder on her desk, filled with notes about expansions and new locations, then glanced away. That would have to be put on hold. For a long time.
Always before, baking had been her solace, the place where she could lose herself and find a sweet contentment that came from making something that would make people smile. But ever since Andrew’s death, that passion for her job had wavered, disappearing from time to time like sunshine on a cloudy day.
Now, without her assistant on board, she knew getting the job done would take a Herculean effort. Best to just roll up her sleeves and get it done.
She glanced at the dark, angry sky. “I can’t do this without you,” she whispered to the storm above. Thunder rumbled disagreement. “We were supposed to expand this business together, take Nora’s Sweet Shop to the masses. Remember? That’s what you always said, Andrew. Now you’re gone and I’m alone and trying like hell to stick to the plan. But…” she released a long, heavy sigh, “it’s hard. So hard. I’m not the risk taker. I’m not the adventurer. You were. And now, the shop is in trouble and I…I need…help.”
The bell over the door jingled. Kate jerked to her feet. For a second, she thought she’d round the corner and see Andrew, with his teasing grin and quick wit. Instead, she found the last answer she’d expect.
Brody McKenna.
He stomped off the rain on his shoes, swiped the worst of the wet from his hair, and offered her a sheepish smile, looking lost and sexy all at the same time. A part of her wanted to give him a good meal, a warm blanket, and a hug. She stopped that thought before it embedded itself in her mind. Dr. McKenna embodied dark, brooding, mysterious. A risk for a woman’s heart if she’d ever seen one.
“Dr. McKenna, nice to see you again.” She came out from behind the counter, cursing herself for smoothing at her hair and shirt as she did. “Did you have a problem with the other bakery?”
“No, no. I haven’t even called them yet.” He shifted his weight from foot to foot. The rain had darkened his lashes, and made his blue eyes seem even bluer. More like a tempestuous sea, rolling with secrets in its depths. “I, ah, stopped by to see if you had eaten.”
She blinked. “If I had eaten?”
“I live near here and every night when I walk home, I see the light on.” He took two steps closer. “Every morning when I leave for work, I see the light on in here.” He took another two steps, then a few more, until he stood inches away from her, that deep blue ocean drawing her in, captivating her. “And it makes me wonder whether you ever go home or ever have time to have a decent meal.”
“I…” She couldn’t find a word to say. No one outside her immediate family had ever said anything like that to her. Worried that she’d eaten, worried that she worked too hard. Why did this man care? Was it just the doctor in him? Or something more? “I won’t starve, believe me. I have a frozen meal in the back. I’ll wolf it down between baking.”
“That’s not healthy.”
She
