Page 8 of The Gingerbread Bakery
Hey, man. It’s Mac. Sorry I was an asshole to you when we were kids. Hope you’re having fun on your old-folks cruise.
‘You know this is very weird, right?’
Mac nodded. ‘Yep.’
Annie hit send.
They both stared at the phone on the table and waited for a response.
It didn’t take long before a string of question marks came through.
LOGAN
????
ANNIE
I’m at the diner with Mac
Annie texted back to clarify.
LOGAN
Why?
ANNIE
Not sure, really
LOGAN
Okay…
ANNIE
He wanted to apologize, I guess
LOGAN
Weird. Apology accepted.
‘He says he accepts your apology.’
Mac sighed. ‘Phew. So do you forgive me, too?’
Annie’s phone buzzed again, and she looked down.
LOGAN
Wait, are you on a date with Mac??
She tossed the phone back in her bag. She would deal with Logan later.
‘Okay, fine. I forgive you.’
There was that damn smile again. So maybe it wasn’t just the sportiness that had the girls lining up at Mac’s locker.
‘Great. I don’t know about you, but I feel better.’ His arms were stretched over the back of the seat, showing off the breadth of his chest. Annie swallowed a half-chewed fry and nearly choked again.
