only real
social function I’d been invited to in months. I needed to make a pie.
A blueberry pie. Not for me, of course. I already had enough
cookies to last me all week. This one would be for Betty. It would
keep me busy for a while and give me an excuse to go down there and chat later.
I pulled out my tattered old cookbook and
flipped to the apple blueberry pie recipe I’d wanted to try out. I was
pretty sure I had all the ingredients. I busied myself in the work and
tried not to think about Kieran and how much I’d been wanting to spend time
with him.
A few hours later, when the pie was
finally baked and cooled, I started down the stairs. Surely Betty was
home. The woman hardly ever left her apartment. I didn’t think
she’d make plans for the holiday. She might miss one of her Soaps.
I knocked on the door. I was
surprised when it swung open a few seconds later. It usually took Betty a
minute to get around. When I saw the figure standing in the doorway I
almost dropped my pie.
“Camden.” I said, a little breathless.
“Melissa? What are you doing here?”
he asked, his brows knitting together.
I glanced down at my pie,
embarrassed. “I was just bringing this down for Betty.”
“You know Grandma?”
“Yeah, I live upstairs.”
“Oh, yeah? Come on in.”
He moved aside and I squeezed past him
into the small apartment.
“Grandma, look who’s here,” Camden
said. “Melissa brought you a pie.”
“Who’s Melissa?” Betty asked, looking up
from where she sat in her recliner. “Oh, you mean Marissa. Hello.
What did you bring me this time?” she asked, and then looked at Camden.
“I think she’s trying to make me a diabetic.”
I laughed. “I promise you, I’m
not. I’m just a compulsive baker, and you’re the only person I have to
share it with.”
“I know. I’m just teasing
you. You know I love it when you bring me goodies. So Camden,” she
turned to her grandson, “how do you know Miss Marissa?”
“ Marissa and I work at the bank
together,” he said, placing extra emphasis on my name. I blushed.
“Oh, I didn’t know you two worked at the
same bank. Marissa, I guess I never asked the name of the bank you work
at. Five hundred banks in this city and you two work at the same
one. What a coincidence,” Betty said, setting the pie down on the table
and unwrapping it.
“Yes, it is,” I agreed, looking down at
the tile. “Anyway, I just came down here to drop that off. I’ll see
you later, Betty.”
“Alright. Thanks for the treat.”
“You’re welcome. It’s my first time
making that one. Let me know how it turns out.”
I turned to leave. I was halfway up
the stairs when I heard Camden call after me. I walked back down.
He was standing at the bottom, waiting for me. “I was just heading
out. Have you eaten yet?”
“No.”
“Would you like to come with me? I
hate to eat alone.”
I bit my lip. Camden was asking me out
on a date. Sort of. I had wanted this for the past three months, so
why was I hesitating? And why was I thinking about Kieran? That was
silly. There was nothing between us, was there? Not really.
There were times when I thought he was sending me a more-than-friends vibe, but
it could’ve been my hopeful imagination. I didn’t even know if I wanted
that from him, yet. Yes, he was beautiful and yes, I liked spending time
with him, and yes, I was still fantasizing about being wrapped up in his arms
during the storm, but that didn’t mean I wanted to be with him, right?
And just because he’d asked me to a barbeque didn’t mean he wanted to be with
me. If he did…we’d take it from there. It didn’t mean I couldn’t go
out with Camden tonight.
I smiled. “Sure. Let me grab
my purse.”
Chapter 10
Kieran
It was after dark when we drove into the
apartment parking lot. Kiera had left in a rush and barely
social function I’d been invited to in months. I needed to make a pie.
A blueberry pie. Not for me, of course. I already had enough
cookies to last me all week. This one would be for Betty. It would
keep me busy for a while and give me an excuse to go down there and chat later.
I pulled out my tattered old cookbook and
flipped to the apple blueberry pie recipe I’d wanted to try out. I was
pretty sure I had all the ingredients. I busied myself in the work and
tried not to think about Kieran and how much I’d been wanting to spend time
with him.
A few hours later, when the pie was
finally baked and cooled, I started down the stairs. Surely Betty was
home. The woman hardly ever left her apartment. I didn’t think
she’d make plans for the holiday. She might miss one of her Soaps.
I knocked on the door. I was
surprised when it swung open a few seconds later. It usually took Betty a
minute to get around. When I saw the figure standing in the doorway I
almost dropped my pie.
“Camden.” I said, a little breathless.
“Melissa? What are you doing here?”
he asked, his brows knitting together.
I glanced down at my pie,
embarrassed. “I was just bringing this down for Betty.”
“You know Grandma?”
“Yeah, I live upstairs.”
“Oh, yeah? Come on in.”
He moved aside and I squeezed past him
into the small apartment.
“Grandma, look who’s here,” Camden
said. “Melissa brought you a pie.”
“Who’s Melissa?” Betty asked, looking up
from where she sat in her recliner. “Oh, you mean Marissa. Hello.
What did you bring me this time?” she asked, and then looked at Camden.
“I think she’s trying to make me a diabetic.”
I laughed. “I promise you, I’m
not. I’m just a compulsive baker, and you’re the only person I have to
share it with.”
“I know. I’m just teasing
you. You know I love it when you bring me goodies. So Camden,” she
turned to her grandson, “how do you know Miss Marissa?”
“ Marissa and I work at the bank
together,” he said, placing extra emphasis on my name. I blushed.
“Oh, I didn’t know you two worked at the
same bank. Marissa, I guess I never asked the name of the bank you work
at. Five hundred banks in this city and you two work at the same
one. What a coincidence,” Betty said, setting the pie down on the table
and unwrapping it.
“Yes, it is,” I agreed, looking down at
the tile. “Anyway, I just came down here to drop that off. I’ll see
you later, Betty.”
“Alright. Thanks for the treat.”
“You’re welcome. It’s my first time
making that one. Let me know how it turns out.”
I turned to leave. I was halfway up
the stairs when I heard Camden call after me. I walked back down.
He was standing at the bottom, waiting for me. “I was just heading
out. Have you eaten yet?”
“No.”
“Would you like to come with me? I
hate to eat alone.”
I bit my lip. Camden was asking me out
on a date. Sort of. I had wanted this for the past three months, so
why was I hesitating? And why was I thinking about Kieran? That was
silly. There was nothing between us, was there? Not really.
There were times when I thought he was sending me a more-than-friends vibe, but
it could’ve been my hopeful imagination. I didn’t even know if I wanted
that from him, yet. Yes, he was beautiful and yes, I liked spending time
with him, and yes, I was still fantasizing about being wrapped up in his arms
during the storm, but that didn’t mean I wanted to be with him, right?
And just because he’d asked me to a barbeque didn’t mean he wanted to be with
me. If he did…we’d take it from there. It didn’t mean I couldn’t go
out with Camden tonight.
I smiled. “Sure. Let me grab
my purse.”
Chapter 10
Kieran
It was after dark when we drove into the
apartment parking lot. Kiera had left in a rush and barely
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