Teaser Addicts Book Blog: 💙💙💙EXCERPT💙💙💙 💙Taking Charge (Meet the McIntyres #1)💙

Thursday, January 24, 2019

💙💙💙EXCERPT💙💙💙 💙Taking Charge (Meet the McIntyres #1)💙

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“Open up!”
A deep voice boomed as the banging came again. Oh my god! Enough already!
Yanking the door open, I came face to face—well, face to chest with a solid wall of man muscles. “What?” I snapped harshly.
“Where’s Clayton?”
“Who’s Clayton?”
“What?”
“What do you want?”
“For god sake’s, woman. Where the hell is Clayton?”
“I’ll ask again. Who is Clayton?”
“He owns this place.”
“I own this place.”
“What?”
“I. Own. This. Place.”
He might have been sex on legs and making mine weak, but he definitely wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed.
“Oh.”
“I bought it about six months back. It’d been on the market for a while, I think.”
“Oh, okay, then.”
“It’s too early for this. I need coffee.”
“Yes. Please.”
“You. Want. Coffee?”
“You still sell it?”
“Yeah?”
“Then I’ll take a cappuccino. Mug. Two sugars.”
“It’ll take a minute for the machine to warm up?”
“You’re not open?”
“Running late.”
“Not a good look for a bakery.”
“Gee thanks, Captain Obvious.”
“I’ll wait.”
“For what?”
“The coffee.”
“Oh. Fine.”
I heard myself stuttering out one word, monosyllabic answers. It was too early for this sort of banter. Way too early, especially without my required dosage of caffeine in my system.
Without another word, I ducked behind the counter, plugging in the coffee machine and readying for what I was hoping was a slow day. The headache behind my eyes was beyond exhausting, and I wanted nothing more than to clamber back up the stairs and crawl under the covers. The only thing stopping me was the knowledge that if I didn’t drag my tired ass to work my bakery, my very reason for breathing wouldn’t remain mine very long. Just one of the joys of working for yourself.
“I’m just…just going to go and…ah, get dressed.”
“Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.”