Welcome to Autumn Fest…sweet treats, entertaining company, and a tender romance.
Piper Noble feels like she’s going places. Her business, the Poppin’ Fresh Bakery, is a culinary success story. Next on her to-do list is expanding the bakery into the vacant shop next door…and starting a new diet, like her mom keeps nagging her to. But when Joe Montoya steps into her life, her grand plans grind to a sudden halt.
Joe’s taken a big risk returning to Whistle Stop. But with his disastrous marriage over, it’s time for a fresh start, including opening a coffee shop…and coming to terms with his troubled past. Though his neighbor Piper looks like she’ll be a big distraction in getting Fill-It-Up Joe off the ground—with her honeyed smile, curvy goodness, and her unflagging determination to grab his storefront.
However, when Piper and Joe are elected as co-chairs of a fundraising committee to help the town’s revitalization project, the hostilities must cease. Joe’s not sure about spending time with a woman who, one moment, reminds him of all the good things he’s been missing, and the next minute drives him up a wall with her stubbornness. Meanwhile, Piper’s looking for the way to this gorgeous but grouchy guy’s heart—maybe serving him one of her fresh-from-the-oven pastries could be just the right start…
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What exactly had he agreed to?
Joe raked his fingers through his hair. Why had he agreed to work closely with the one woman in this town who one moment reminded him of all he was missing in life and in the next moment drove him up a wall with her stubbornness?
Even though she’d made a really good point about her bakery being an ideal location to organize the fundraiser, he couldn’t stop from thinking this was a mistake. A big mistake. But for the life of him, he couldn’t put his finger on the exact reason for his reservations.
Piper returned to the table and slid his refilled mug over to him. She took her seat and glanced down at his ideas. “You were thoughtful to type up your ideas and print them out. I’m afraid I didn’t think of that. All I have are some notes that I wrote up in bed last night. Why don’t you read over them while I go over yours?”
His gaze slipped down to her lips, which were done up with a frosty pink gloss. They looked as sweet as one of those strawberry cupcakes in the display case. Was it possible for a kiss to taste so sweet? He longed to find out.
When her brows arched, and a knowing look reflected in her eyes, the heat of embarrassment steamed up his face. He wasn’t here to ogle her. She was trouble. With a capital T. Then again, that should be TROUBLE, in all caps.