Page 7 of Her Senator's Second Chance

Jenny’s retreating footsteps sounded through the door, and panic rose inside of her. “No, no, no!” Natasha banged on the door. “Jenny! You can’t just leave us in here! Jenny!” She kept banging and protesting until her hands were red and her throat was hoarse. Finally, she turned to Adam. He leaned against the pantry shelf with his arms crossed.

“If you think that will get her to come down here, then you don’t know my sister very well. She’s the most stubborn person I’ve ever met. When she sets her mind to something, there’s no talking her out of it.”

“Great,” Natasha said, leaning against the locked door in defeat. “What are we going to do now?”

Adam sighed heavily and looked around the large pantry. “Do you have any good snacks in here?”

Natasha looked at him and quirked a brow. “Do I have any good snacks? Psh. It’s not like I run a catering service or anything.”

She scanned the shelves. “What are you in the mood for? I have mixed nuts, crackers, gourmet cookies, left over from last night’s wedding, olives, pickles. And, of course, butter mints.”

“I’ll take the mixed nuts and some of those cookies.”

Natasha handed him a plastic jar of nuts and the storage container of cookies. Adam opened the lid on the container and peered at the cookies inside. “What kind of cookies are these?”

“Chocolate chip macadamia. Alexis at the bakery in town makes them. Have you ever had her stuff?”

“Alexis from high school?” Adam asked. “She owns the bakery now?”

“Yep.”

“Did she ever get married?” Adam asked.

“She never did.”

“What about Lauren?” he asked, referring to Natasha’s best friend in high school. They’d all hung out together.

“She got married right out of high school and had a kid, but she ended up getting divorced. She owns a hair salon in town now. Why do you ask?” Natasha teased. “Are you interested?”

“I have a fiancée, remember?”

“Oh, right.” Natasha took a cookie and bit into it. She chewed and swallowed before saying, “And it seems to be going pretty well, according to your sister. What was she talking about, anyway?”

“It’s private.”

“You might as well tell me. It might help us come up with a plan of how to convince Jenny to let us out.”

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