FOREVER, I DO IS AVAILABLE TODAY!
Excerpt from Koko Brown and Taige Crenshaw’s Forever, I Do
The fine hairs on the back of Rosalind Fletcher’s neck stood up at the lyrical tinkling of the shop’s door bells. Without looking up, she knew who’d entered. She’d anticipated Ashley Benedict’s arrival all week. He was the reason for their coming in an hour early to prepare for this morning’s cake tasting, and for the sudden shaking of her hands.
Her assistant, Lacretia, stretched up on her tiptoes to look through the glass partition that allowed them to see the showroom. Rosalind shrugged off a twinge of jealousy at the other woman’s wolf whistle.
“Lord have mercy, Ashley Benedict is fine! I’m not one for blonds, but that man is an exception.” When she moved around the stainless steel prepping table, Rosalind stopped her with a hand on her arm.
“I’ll see to Benedict, Lacretia. I still need you to brew the coffee for the Loving Room.”
“Dang it, Roz, you’re always cock blocking.” Rosalind ignored the white washcloth thrown in disgust on the tabletop, instead busying herself with the strings of her apron. “If I didn’t know any better, I would think you wanted Ashley Benedict for yourself.” Rosalind’s fingers stilled on the cotton ties. “But considering you’re too wrapped up in this business to pay any man any attention, I’m not worried about you trying to steal my man.”
“Your man?” Rosalind’s lips quirked at the corners.
Lacretia smoothed her plump hands over her generous hips and down her thighs. “Yeah, girl. Didn’t I tell you that me and Mr. Ashley Benedict have a thing going on?”
Rosalind chuckled at her antics. “No, you didn’t tell me. And I’m pretty sure you didn’t tell Orlando, either, because you and your man are still alive and not lying six feet under.”
“Hoo-wee! Ain’t that the truth. My man has always been mighty possessive when it comes to his Lacretia. You know why, don’t you?” When Rosalind didn’t interrupt her, she continued, “I have diamonds between my thighs.”
“And here I thought it was the wedding cake I gave you.” Chuckling, Rosalind balled up her apron and threw it at the other woman. Even though she tipped the scales at a little over two hundred pounds, Lacretia was pretty nimble, easily catching the garment in midair.
“Could be that too. Everyone knows Forever, I Do’s wedding cakes are mighty lucky.” Rosalind stiffened, but the other woman didn’t seem to notice, because she kept yapping. “I haven’t seen a divorce in all the years I’ve been working here.”
“And you won’t, if I have anything to do with it. My great-grandmomma Trudy would roll over in her grave if she found out I’d botched up the Fletcher streak –”
Ding…ding…ding…ding.
Rosalind pressed her lips together at the impatient pounding on the service bell. Lacretia stepped around her and held up her hands. “Don’t blow your top just yet, Roz. At least let him be here for fifteen minutes before you do.”
“I can only promise ten.” With that said, Rosalind left Lacretia and made her way through the kitchen and into the showroom.
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