“Oh, no, no, no,” I said, waving my hands in front of me. “But … I’m sorry, are you sure we are talking about the same Grady?”
She waved me toward the swinging door with the window. “Come. See for yourself.”
I walked ever so carefully toward the door and peeked in the window. Well, I’ll be a monkey’s girlfriend—or uncle!—however that went. Didn’t matter. I needed to focus on the sight before me.
Yes, yes, it was indeed Grady … my Grady—or everyone’s Grady—Sheriff Forrester! It was indeed Sheriff Grady Forrester in an apron putting the last swirl of vanilla icing on a cupcake.
“Quite the sight, isn’t it?” Vivienne said, coming to stand beside me.
I swallowed. I couldn’t quite answer, so I just nodded.
“He’s got quite a talent for it,” Vivienne said, leaning in closer. “Frosting, I mean.”
“Oh yeah?” I said, struggling to find my voice.
“Yeah, he’s got those big, big hands, you know.”
I shot her a look. Oh, she was loving this.
“But they’re real steady.”
Just then Grady brought his finger toward his mouth. It had a dab of icing on the tip. I held my breath as it touched his lips.
Vivienne jabbed me in the ribs. “What I wouldn’t give to be that frosting, eh?”
I swallowed again.
“Do you want to go in and say hi?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“You know what? I think I’m just going to go.”
“Really?” Vivienne asked.
I took a couple of steps away from the door. “Yeah, yeah, I have a lot to do.” Like try to figure out what the hell was going on with Grady and somehow find a way to get that vision of him … and the icing out of my mind.
“You sure you don’t want to go back there,” Vivienne said with a jerk of her head. “And sample the merchandise?”
I wagged a finger at her. “You … you are bad.”
She let out a big, loud laugh. “Don’t I know it, honey.”
“Nope. Nope. I’m really going to go.”
“Well, okay,” she said. “But you just keep in mind life is too short not to enjoy a good cupcake every once in a while.”