Chapter Four #2
I lied; I totally and completely lied to myself.
I did not in fact have plenty of time to get everything done and still get enough sleep to function.
In fact, not only did I take entirely too much time organizing my kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom closet that I didn’t air up my mattress until three o’clock in the morning.
Then I had to watch the damn thing slowly air up for thirty minutes, because instead of buying the one that aired up quickly, I bought the slowest one in history apparently.
Okay to be fair I was limited on funds, so I went with the cheapest one and I paid for it in more ways than one.
So instead of getting in bed at a decent time I finally crawled in bed about four in the morning after making the bed and taking a hot shower.
Groaning as I rolled over to see my alarm yelling at me to get out of bed at six o’clock, I realized how big of a mistake I’d made the night before.
Today was not going to be a good day, today was going to suck donkey balls.
I was definitely going to need coffee and lots of it before the day was through.
It also meant no thrift shopping for furniture after setting up the office which kind of made me sad, I was looking forward to some thrifting.
Oh well, at least my new home was organized and ready to live in, even if I was a walking zombie today it was worth it.
Getting dressed was a quick affair, leggings, baggy band concert shirt, from before Steven made me stop going, and my comfiest tennis shoes.
I threw my hair up in another messy bun because who was going to care.
There wasn’t anyone I needed to impress today and frankly I was going to be getting sweaty and dirty getting the office set up.
Grabbing my keys I rushed out the door so I could stop for breakfast and coffee, not necessarily in that order.
Hopping in my truck I start her up and pull out my phone to search for coffee shops in Nacogdoches.
Finding one that sounds good I place my phone on my little stand I have on my dashboard for it and turn on the radio.
Pulling out I rolled down my window, turned the radio up, and let my hand catch the wind as I sang along to the country song.
Today was going to be a good day, regardless of how little sleep I’d gotten the night before, it was going to be a good day.
Pulling into the parking lot of Grandough Baking Company, I smile because I can already smell the sugary sweetness emanating from the building.
There’s a part of me deep down that feels like a five-year-old about to enter a candy shop.
The best thing about being an adult is I have adult money; it’s also the worst thing about being an adult because you also got bills.
Luckily, I got a fat pay raise thanks to Mr. Anderson and my bills dropped to half when I moved.
So that means this girl is buying her some sugary goodness and not even going to feel one ounce of guilt over it.
Walking inside I fall in love with the place instantly.
It reminds me of an old-fashioned bake shop with its turquoise walls and glass cloche covered cakes beautifully decorated.
The bakery case is filled with cupcakes, cookies, and different desserts.
The smell of freshly brewed coffee makes me practically float to the counter.
“Good morning.” A lovely young woman with a name tag that reads, Missy, greets me with a welcoming smile.
“Good morning, Missy.” I say returning her smile as I glance up at the menu and notice the Lumberjack Latte.
“Oh my god that’s perfect! My boss slash friend is engaged to a lumberjack and he’s helping us set up our office space today. Let me get two of those, one for each of them for sure.” The lady at the counter gives a little chuckle as she puts it into the system.
“Good choice, I’m sure they will get a kick out of the name and it’s pretty good too. What about for you?” She asks, trying and failing to contain her laughter.
“Oh, I’m going to take one of those Cookies and Cream Frappe’s and let’s get a dozen mini donuts, a couple of rice crispy treats, and a mix of a half dozen cupcakes.
Lumberjacks eat a lot I’m told, yeah that’s who they’re all for, the lumberjack.
” This time she can’t stop the laughter as she rings up the rest of my order.
Then I remember Alia said Chase’s younger brother Dax would be helping us this morning.
“Oh shoot, I forgot his brother was joining us this morning. Sorry. Can I get another Lumberjack Latte, and let’s make it two dozen mini donuts?” I ask apologetically.
“Sure thing, because lumberjacks.” She replies, sharing a grin with me.
Once I pay, I sit down at one of their little four-seater tables to wait.
I watch her bustle about behind the counter making my order.
She’s smooth as she makes each coffee and my frappe, like she’s been doing this her whole life.
Before I know it, everything is packed up on the counter in a nice and tidy stack waiting for me.
Getting up I look at everything that I ordered and realize I’m going to need at least two trips to get everything to my truck.
Missy must realize the same thing when she offers to help me carry it to my truck.
I put the boxes of goodies on the floorboard, and the coffees go in the seat buckled up, because clearly that’s going to keep them from spilling.
Thanking her, I hop in the truck and head towards our new office once again determined today was going to be a good day.
I kept that thought until I pulled into the office parking lot and spied the man, I thought I’d never see again.
There standing near Alia, talking to her with an easy smile was none other than sexy man Daxton from last night.
That’s when it hits me, Daxton must be Dax, Chase’s younger brother.
Just as I’m thinking of ways I can escape without anyone noticing that I was even there Alia spies my truck.
She raises her hand waving like a crazy person and Daxton turns in my direction.
His eyes go round and a slow sexy smile forms on his lips.
Too late to run now I decide as I slide out of my truck thinking well today was going to be a good day.
Now it was looking like the day was going to turn into a complete shit show, starring me, myself, and I.