Maddie Frye, the Checkerberry Inn’s snarky, introverted chef, just wants to be left alone. But with the inn’s upcoming gala, Maddie’s boss has matchmaking on the brain. So when the gorgeous new guy in town helps her out for a night, she comes up with the perfect solution to her problem…
Cole Granville is looking for a fresh start. When a part-time job opens in the Checkerberry’s kitchen, he takes it without a second thought. The only catch? He’s got to help his sexy new coworker snag a date for an upcoming dance. But as he coaches Maddie on attracting her crush, Cole realizes he’s the one falling for the curvy brunette.
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Maddie
climbed the steps to her apartment Sunday afternoon, her body weary but mind a
whirlwind of thoughts. Today was Cole’s first day off from kitchen duty since
he’d started, and she’d really looked forward to having the kitchen all to
herself again. It’d always been her safe haven, a fortress where she could keep
her mind busy and heart safe from harm. Working alongside scrumptious Cole,
though, had rattled her more than she cared to admit. So a day with the space
all to herself had sounded like a wonderful thing.
Until
she walked into the inn’s silent kitchen this morning, that is. She’d sauntered
in, put her things away, and pulled on a fresh apron just like every other
morning. And yet something felt off. It wasn’t until Cole popped his head
through the swinging doors “just to say hi” on his way to play guitar for the
inn’s Sunday service that she identified what that “off” was:
It
was him.
Or,
rather, today’s lack thereof.
Which
was stupid, of course. He’d never even worked the breakfast or lunch shifts
with her. In fact, most days he didn’t stroll in until around three forty-five.
But for some unknown reason, the idea of him not being there this evening had
left her feeling a bit blue.
“Ridiculous.”
She
shoved the key into her apartment’s doorknob, jiggled it a bit to coax the lock
to cooperate, then twisted hard left and shouldered the creaky beast open.
There was no way she was going to let herself go and get attached to Cole
Granville, not now and not ever. He was too smooth, too handsome, and had a
background she knew next to nothing about.
But darn it if his smile today hadn’t triggered an unprompted smile of
her own.
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Maddie
climbed the steps to her apartment Sunday afternoon, her body weary but mind a
whirlwind of thoughts. Today was Cole’s first day off from kitchen duty since
he’d started, and she’d really looked forward to having the kitchen all to
herself again. It’d always been her safe haven, a fortress where she could keep
her mind busy and heart safe from harm. Working alongside scrumptious Cole,
though, had rattled her more than she cared to admit. So a day with the space
all to herself had sounded like a wonderful thing.
Until
she walked into the inn’s silent kitchen this morning, that is. She’d sauntered
in, put her things away, and pulled on a fresh apron just like every other
morning. And yet something felt off. It wasn’t until Cole popped his head
through the swinging doors “just to say hi” on his way to play guitar for the
inn’s Sunday service that she identified what that “off” was:
It
was him.
Or,
rather, today’s lack thereof.
Which
was stupid, of course. He’d never even worked the breakfast or lunch shifts
with her. In fact, most days he didn’t stroll in until around three forty-five.
But for some unknown reason, the idea of him not being there this evening had
left her feeling a bit blue.
“Ridiculous.”
She
shoved the key into her apartment’s doorknob, jiggled it a bit to coax the lock
to cooperate, then twisted hard left and shouldered the creaky beast open.
There was no way she was going to let herself go and get attached to Cole
Granville, not now and not ever. He was too smooth, too handsome, and had a
background she knew next to nothing about.
But darn it if his smile today hadn’t triggered an unprompted smile of
her own.
Kyra Jacobs is
an extroverted introvert who writes of love, humor and mystery in the Midwest
and beyond. When this Hoosier native isn’t pounding out scenes for her next
book, she’s likely outside, elbow-deep in snapdragons or spending quality time
with her sports-loving family. Kyra also loves to read, tries to golf, and is
an avid college football fan.
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stop by her website www.KyraJacobs. wordpress.com to learn more about her novels and ways to connect with her
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