The Cupcake Diaries (13 page)

“Chicken,” he taunted in an equally playful tone as he made his way toward the party room door.

Despite the uneasy feeling he’d discovered more about her in three minutes than most men did in three years, she wished he’d stayed to chat a few minutes more.

Andi Burke, wearing one of the new, hot-pink Creative Cupcakes bibbed aprons, came in from the kitchen and stared at the cupcake mess on the floor. “What happened here?”

“Zorro came in, gave me a panic attack, and the tray slipped out of my hands.” Rachel grabbed a couple of paper towels and squatted down to scoop up the crumpled cake and splattered frosting before her OCD kitchen safety friend could comment further. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of the mess.”

“I should have told you Officer Lockwell hired a magician for his daughter’s birthday party.” Andi bent to help her, and when they stood back up, she asked, “Did you speak to Mike?”

Rachel nodded, her gaze on the connecting door to the party room as it opened, and Mike reappeared. Tipping his head toward them as he walked across the floor, he said, “Good afternoon, ladies.”

Mike went out the front door, and Rachel hurried around the display case of cupcakes and crossed over to the shop’s square, six-foot-high, street-side window. She leaned her head toward the glass and watched him take four three-by-three-foot black painted boxes out of the back of a van.

“You should go after him,” Andi teased, her voice filled with amusement. “He’s very handsome.”

“How can you tell?” Rachel drew away from the window, afraid Mike might catch her spying on him. “He’s got a black mask covering the upper half of his face. He could have sunken eyes, shaved eyebrows, and facial tattoos.”

Andi laughed. “He doesn’t, and I know you like guys with dark hair. He’s not as tall as my Jake, but he’s still got a great build.”

“Better not let Jake hear you say that,” Rachel retorted. “And how do you know he has a great build? The guy’s wrapped in a cape.”

“I’ve seen him before,” Andi said. “Without the cape.”

“Where?”

“His photo was in the newspaper two weeks ago,” Andi confided. “The senior editor at the
Astoria Sun
assigned Jake to write an article on Mike Palmer’s set models.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Mike Palmer created the miniature model replica of the medieval city of Hilltop for the movie
Battle for Warrior Mountain
and worked on set pieces for many other movies filmed around Astoria. His structural designs are so intricate that when the camera zooms in close, it looks real.”

Mike returned through the front door, wheeling in the black boxes on an orange dolly. Rachel caught her breath as he looked her way before proceeding toward the party room with his equipment. Did the masked man find her as intriguing as she found him?

Andi’s younger sister, Kim, came in from the kitchen with a large tray of red velvet cupcakes with cherry−cream cheese frosting. The three of them together, with Andi’s boyfriend, Jake Hartman, as their financial partner, had managed to open Creative Cupcakes a month and a half earlier.

“Who’s he?” Kim asked. She placed the cupcakes on the marble counter and pointed toward the billowing black cape of the magician.

“Mike the Magnificent,” Rachel said dreamily.

An Excerpt from

THE CUPCAKE DIARIES: TASTE OF ROMANCE

All I really need is love, but a little chocolate now and then doesn’t hurt!

—Charles Schulz

F
OCUS
, K
IM REPRIMANDED
herself.
Keep to the task at hand and stop eavesdropping on other people’s conversations
.

But she didn’t need to hear the crack of the teenage boy’s heart to feel his pain. Or to remember the last time she’d heard the wretched words “I’m leaving” spoken to her.

She tried to ignore the couple as she picked up the pastry bag filled with pink icing and continued to decorate the tops of the strawberry preserve cupcakes. However, the discussion between the high school boy and what she assumed to be his girlfriend kept her attentive.

“When will I see you again?” he asked.

Kim glanced toward them and leaned closer.

“I don’t know,” the girl replied.

The soft lilt in her accent thrust the familiarity of the conversation even deeper into Kim’s soul.

“I’ll be going to the university for two years,” the girl continued. “Maybe we meet again after.”

Not likely. Kim shook her head, and her stomach tightened. From past experience, she knew once the school year was over in June, most foreign students went home, never to return.

And left many broken hearts in their wake.

“Two years is a long time,” the boy said.

Forever was even longer.
Kim drew in a deep breath as the unmistakable catch in the poor boy’s voice replayed again and again in her mind. And her heart.

How long were they going to stand there and torment her by reminding her of her parting four years earlier with Gavin, the Irish student she’d dated through college? Dropping the bag of icing on the Creative Cupcakes counter, she moved toward them.

“Can I help you?” Kim asked, pulling on a new pair of food handler’s gloves.

“I’ll have the white chocolate macadamia,” the girl said, pointing to the cupcake she wanted in the glass display case.

The boy dug his hands into his pockets, counted the meager change he’d managed to withdraw, and turned five shades of red.

“None for me.” His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “How much for hers?”

“You have to have one, too,” the girl protested. “It’s your birthday.”

Kim took one look at his lost-for-words expression and said, “If today is your birthday, the cupcakes are free.” She added, “For both you and your guest.”

The teenager’s face brightened. “Really?”

Kim nodded and removed the cupcakes the two lovebirds wanted from the display case. She even put a birthday candle on one of them, a heart on the other. Maybe the girl would come back for him. Or he would fly to Ireland for her.
Maybe
.

Her eyes stung, and she squeezed them shut for a brief second. When she opened them again, she set her jaw. Enough was enough. Now that they had their cupcakes, she could escape back into her work and forget about romance and relationships and every regrettable moment she’d ever wasted on love.

She didn’t need it. Not like her older sister, Andi, who had recently lost her heart to Jake Hartman, their Creative Cupcakes financier and reporter for the
Astoria Sun
. Or like her other co-owner friend, Rachel, who had just gotten engaged to Mike Palmer, a miniature model maker for movies who also doubled as the driver of their Cupcake Mobile.

All she needed was to dive deep into her desire to put paint on canvas. She glanced at the walls of the cupcake shop, adorned with her scenic oil, acrylic, and watercolor paintings. Maybe if she worked hard enough, she’d have the money to open her own art gallery, and she wouldn’t need to decorate cupcakes anymore.

But for now, she needed to serve the next customer.
Where was Rachel?

“Hi, Kim.” Officer Ian Lockwell, one of their biggest supporters, sat on one of the stools lining the marble cupcake counter. “I’m wondering if you have the back party room available on June 27?”

Kim reached under the counter and pulled out the three-ring binder she, Andi, and Rachel had dubbed the Cupcake Diary to keep track of all things cupcake related. Looking at the calendar, she said, “Yes, the date is open. What’s the occasion?”

“My wife and I have been married almost fifteen years,” the big, square-jawed cop told her. “We’re planning on renewing our vows on our anniversary and need a place to celebrate with friends and family.”

“No better place to celebrate love than Creative Cupcakes,” Kim assured him, glancing around at all the couples in the shop. “I’ll put you on the schedule.”

Next, the door opened, and a stream of romance writers filed in for their weekly meeting. Kim pressed her lips together. The group intimidated her with their watchful eyes and poised pens. They scribbled in their notebooks whenever she walked by as if writing down her every move, and she didn’t want to give them any useful fodder. She hoped Rachel could take their orders, if she could find her.

“Rachel?”

No answer, but the phone rang—a welcome distraction. She picked up and said, “Creative Cupcakes, this is Kim.”

“What are you doing there? I thought you were going to take time off.”

Kim pushed into the privacy of the kitchen, glad it was Andi and not another customer despite the impending lecture tone. “I still have several dozen cupcakes to decorate.”

“Isn’t Rachel there with you?”

The door of the walk-in pantry burst open, and Rachel and Mike emerged, wrapped in each other’s arms, laughing and grinning.

Kim rolled her eyes. “Yes, Rachel’s here.”

Rachel extracted herself from Mike’s embrace and mouthed the word “sorry.”

But Kim knew she wasn’t. Rachel had been in her own red-headed, happy bubble ever since macho, dark-haired Mike the Magnificent had proposed two weeks earlier.

“I’ll be in for my shift as soon as I get Mia off to afternoon kindergarten,” Andi continued, “and the shop’s way ahead in sales. There’s no reason you can’t take a break. Ever since you broke up with Gavin, you’ve become a workaholic.”

Kim sucked in her breath at the mention of his name. Only Andi dared to ever bring him up.

“Gavin has nothing to do with my work.”

“You never date.”

“I’m concentrating on my career.”

“It’s been years since you’ve been out with anyone. You need to slow down, take time to smell the roses.”

“Smell the roses?” Kim gasped. “Are you
serious
?”

“Go on an adventure,” Andi amended.

“Working is an adventure.”

“You used to dream of a different kind of adventure,” Andi said, lowering her voice. “The kind that requires a passport.”

Kim wished she’d never picked up the phone. Just because her sister had her life put back together didn’t mean she had the right to tell her how to live.

“Painting cupcakes and canvas is the only adventure I need right now. I promised Dad I’d have the money to pay him for my new art easel by the end of the week.”

“Dad doesn’t care about the money, but he does care about you. He asked me to call.”

“He did?” Kim stopped in front of the sink and rubbed her temples with her fingertips. Her sister was known to overreact, but their father? He didn’t voice concern unless it was legitimate.

With the phone to her ear, she returned to the front counter of the couple-filled cupcake shop, her heart screaming louder and louder with each consecutive beat.

They were
everywhere.
By the window, at the tables, next to the display case. Couples, couples, couples. Everyone had a partner, had someone.

Almost
everyone.

Instead of Goonies Day, the celebration of the 1985 release date of
The Goonies
movie, which was filmed in Astoria, she would have thought the calendar had been flipped back to Valentine’s Day at Creative Cupcakes. And in her opinion, one Valentine’s Day a year was more than enough.

She reached a hand into the pocket of her pink apron and clenched the golden wings she had received on her first airplane flight as a child. The pin never left her side, and like the flying squirrel tattooed on her shoulder, it reminded her of her dream to fly, if not to another land, then at least to the farthest reaches of her imagination.

Where her heart would be free.

Okay, maybe she
did
spend too much time at the cupcake shop. “Tell Dad not to worry,” Kim said into the phone. “Tell him . . . I’m taking the afternoon off.”

“Promise?” Andi persisted.

Oh, yeah.
Tearing off her apron, she turned around and threw it over Rachel’s and Mike’s heads. “I’m heading out the door now.”

An Excerpt from

THE CUPCAKE DIARIES: SPOONFUL OF CHRISTMAS

Gifts of time and love are surely the basic ingredients of a truly merry Christmas.

—Peg Bracken

A
NDI GLANCED AT
the number on the caller ID, picked up the phone, and tried to mimic the deep sultry voice of a sexy siren. “Hello, Creative Cupcakes.”

“What if I told you I’d like to order a Mistletoe Magic cupcake with a dozen delicious kisses on top?”

She smiled at the sound of Jake’s voice. “Mistletoe Magic?”

“I was guaranteed that the person who eats it will receive a dozen kisses by midnight.”

“What if I told you,” Andi said, playing along, “that you don’t have to eat a cupcake to get a kiss and the magic will begin the minute you walk through the front door?”

Jake chuckled. “I’m on my way.”

Andi’s sister Kim and best friend Rachel watched her with amused expressions on each of their faces.

“I hope Mike and I still flirt with each other after
we’re
married,” Rachel said, her sing-song voice a tease. “But the name Mistletoe Magic isn’t half bad. Maybe we
should
make a red velvet cupcake with a Hershey’s kiss and miniature holly leaf sprinkles on top.”

Kim finished boxing a dozen Maraschino cherry cupcakes and handed them to the customer at the counter. “As if we don’t have enough sales already.”

“Sales are great,” Andi agreed. “We’ve booked orders for eighteen holiday parties. Now if I can only figure out what to get Jake for Christmas life would be perfect.”

Rachel rang up the next customer’s order. “Mike and I decided our Hollywood honeymoon will be our gift to each other.”

“Are you serious?” Kim picked up a pastry bag from the back worktable. “You—the woman who can’t walk three feet past a store window without buying anything—are not going to get Mike a Christmas gift? Not even a little something?”

“It
is
hard,” she admitted. “But I promised him I wouldn’t. I also promised I wouldn’t go overboard with spending on the wedding arrangements.”