Page 39 of Wild Desire

"Watch TV? Reply to some of that fan mail?"

The thought of reading through it and admitting that I wasn't sure if I could snowboard at the same level again was crushing. "Can I come with you?"

"Why would you want to come with me?"

"You're saving me from boredom. I've been either at the condo, the therapy office, or the doctor's office. The occasional lunch out isn't enough. I'm getting cabin fever."

"Uh-huh." Her lips twitched with amusement.

"What? I am. I'm used to being busier. Please."

"How can I say no to that face?" Noelle said, exasperation tingeing her voice.

"You won't regret it."

"I already do. Don't you think my mom will think it's weird that you're with me?"

"Tell her you have to keep an eye on me, and you don't trust me not to work out if you're not there."

Her eyes widened. "You're not working out when I'm making donuts in the morning, are you?"

"Not yet. But the better I feel—" I wiggled my brows.

"Ugh. You're worse than babysitting a five-year-old. You don't know what's in your best interest."

I chuckled. "Speaking of what's in our best interest, did you talk to Cal yet?"

"I need to before I sign Eli's contract."

"Let's stop by Cal's and grab your trays. If he's there, you can tell him what's going on. There's no point in continuing to work for him when you don't like going there and he's threatening to pay you less."

"Yeah, okay. I'll get it over with." When she parked in front of the building, I got out. "You're coming with me?"

There was a reason I suggested this while I was in the car. "You need help carrying trays."

She raised a brow. "And how are you going to do that?"

"I'll manage," I said as she opened the door for me.

I was getting tired of her waiting on me. For once, I wanted to do something for her.

Inside, Cal was at the counter.

"I'm here to get my trays."

Cal joined us in the kitchen. "Sold out again today, but we had more complaints online about the price."

Was Cal even telling the truth?

Noelle chewed her lip. "I wanted to talk to you about that."

"I'm glad you're seeing reason. Customers will be happy, and you'll sell even more donuts."

I couldn't imagine her baking more donuts. She got up early as it was. I leaned a hip against the counter, holding my crutches in one hand.

"Our agreement says I can pull out anytime, and I'm going to exercise that right. Today was my last day."

"You can't just up and leave me in the lurch. My customers are expecting donuts on Saturday morning."

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