woman looked embarrassed. “I’m sorry. I don’t normally gossip about people who employ me. I’m only here to supply the wedding cake and take back the leftovers.”
“I understand,” he responded, still holding the open van door. “I have to admit, I don’t usually attend big functions but...it’s hard to say no to Mrs. A.”
The woman gave him a sympathetic stare. “She does command respect, but she’s a sweet person.”
Alec could agree with that. “Yes...sweet but determined and always on her way out the door to somewhere else.”
Which was probably where he should be going right now.
The woman let out another wind-chimes kind of laugh. “She has a lot going on. Too many plates in the air.”
Alec interpreted that to mean the lovely older lady was a bit scatterbrained, but in an I’ve-got-money-so-I-can-afford-to-be-eccentric kind of way.
“Yeah... I get that.”
The pretty woman turned to go but then whirled back around. “I’m Marla Hamilton, by the way.”
She pointed to the van. “Just in case you ever need a special dessert, say for a big party.” Then she gave him a conspiring glance. “I can cut you a piece of this cake if you’d like.”
“Really?” Alec grinned. “I didn’t get any earlier, so how can I refuse that offer now that I’ve met the woman who baked it?”
“Okay, then.” Grabbing a big white bag, she pulled out a plastic plate and knife and proceeded to cut a huge slab of the sugary white cake. “Here. On the house.”
She layered a paper napkin over it, handed him the plate of cake, then winked and smiled up at the imposing Alvanetti house.
He shook his head, held to the van’s open door like a lifeline while he accepted the cake with his other hand. “I guess I’ll have a nice midnight snack later. Thank you.”
Her smile brightened. “Hey, I never got your name. I mean, if you want to order cupcakes or cookies or even a wedding cake. Not that I need your name for that—not yet anyway.”
Liking the way she blushed, he reached out a hand. “I’m Alec Caldwell. No wedding cake in my future, but I do love cupcakes.”
She gave him a puzzled stare. “Nice to meet you, Alec Caldwell.”
That halfhearted cliché didn’t seem like she was really glad to meet him. Was it the scar? Or the limp? Or his name?
“You, too.” He glanced at the address on the van. “So you’re a local caterer?”
She went about shutting the van door. “Yes. I live right here in Millbrook. No sand or sea around but we do have Millbrook Lake and the river, of course.”
He nodded. “Yeah, I kind of grew up on that lake. Love it here.”
“So you’re one of the Caldwells?”
Adjusting to her almost-condemning tone, Alec nodded. “The only one now.”
The soft sheen of another blush colored her pretty freckles. “I’m sorry. Your mother was Vivian Caldwell?”
“Yep.”
“I’m really sorry. She...uh...was one of my favorite clients.”
“She was my favorite mother.”
Marla’s freckles grew more pronounced. And more adorable. “I’m truly sorry for your loss.”
Alec smiled. “Yeah, me, too. Thanks.” He changed the subject. “Millbrook is a special place. Not that far off from the coast but just far enough inland to be in another world. I got back a few months ago so I’m still trying to get into a new routine.”
“I just moved back about a year ago,” she said. “But you’re right about Millbrook. It’s home.”
Nervous now, he prattled on. “It’s different inland. More like farmland. Lots of ranches, horse farms and green pastures.”
Her eyes held a forlorn longing. “Yes. My daddy owned some of that farmland until he retired near the other end of Millbrook Lake. My parents love the new retirement community out there.”
Alec felt an instant connection that worked right along with the instant attraction. “I grew up here but left for college and didn’t get back much after that. Had to come home after I got wounded and made it here a few weeks before my mother died. Retired from the marines. A captain.”
Her left eyebrow lifted. “Oh, so...you’re a soldier?”
“I was. Went through two deployments overseas. Retired and home for good now.” He shrugged. “And trying my hand at something different.”
She gave him an appreciative smile but stepped back, her eyes going a cool green. “Okay, then. I’d better get back in there and finish cleaning up.”
He bobbed his head and wondered what he’d said or done to bring about this sudden chill. “Sorry, didn’t mean to hold you up.”
She turned and said over her shoulder, “No problem. I think the wedding is winding down so I have to get back to the bakery and unload my things.”
Alec didn’t like people staring at his scar or watching him walk with this aggravating limp. And Marla Hamilton had obviously decided she didn’t like him or his wounds or his name, either. For the best, he figured. She was interesting and cute but she was probably also happily married. Even if she was available, he didn’t want any entanglements right now.
Calling after her, he said, “Nice meeting you, Wedding Cake Girl.”
She stopped at the back door and shot him one last skeptical glance. “Nice meeting you, too, Soldier Boy.”
Then she was gone about as fast as the glimmering sunset winking at him through the live oaks and palm trees.
* * *
Marla maneuvered her minivan through late afternoon traffic, her mind whirling with vivid thoughts of Soldier Boy.
Alec Caldwell. A marine. Former marine. The Alec Caldwell. Not someone who’d traveled in the same circles as she had, growing up. He was a few years older than her but she recognized the name immediately. Private schools and big boats out on the lake, lots of society events. So not her type.
But Marla was surprised that such a privileged man had gone off to become a marine. And that he’d come back to Millbrook at all.
He fought for our country and that counts for something, she reminded herself as she turned past the old courthouse that now housed antiques and collectibles and was aptly named Courthouse Collectibles. The stately building drew tourists who bought her standing-order confections from the cute little Courthouse Café. The café was one of her regular customers, not only for the tourists but for everyone who worked and shopped in the building.
She pulled the van up to the front door
