Page 53 of Break My Heart
‘Are they for Wade? I remember you saying you were going to bring him some of my pastries.’
‘No. They’re for—never mind. Where are the muffins?’
‘In the oven.’ She opens it and takes out the pan. ‘I was keeping them warm for when your father gets down here.’
‘Something smells good.’ Nash, my cousin from Chicago, walks in. He sees me and smiles. ‘Sawyer, I didn’t know you were coming over.’
‘I’m only here a few minutes. When did you get to town?’
‘Last night. Callie had all these questions about the wedding so I decided to just bring her up here so she could go over everything with Lyndsay.’
Nick’s girlfriend, Lyndsay, has taken over the wedding plans since my mom’s busy with all the orchard stuff and getting ready for the fall festival.
‘Those two were up past midnight,’ my mom says, smiling at Nash. ‘They’re having so much fun planning the wedding.’
‘The baby shower’s next,’ Nash says, sitting down at the kitchen table. ‘They’re already planning it.’
‘Oh, I can’t wait!’ my mom says, setting a tray of pastries on the table. ‘I hope it’s here at the orchard.’
‘One of them is,’ Nash says, helping himself to a pastry. ‘She’s having another one in Chicago. Sawyer, why don’t you stay a few minutes? You’re always rushing off.’
I check the time. ‘I need to be somewhere at eight, but sure, I’ve got a few minutes.’ I join him at the table.
‘Where are you off to?’ Nash asks as Mom brings him some coffee.
‘I’m helping someone fix a few things.’
‘On a Sunday morning?’ Mom asks, her brows rising. ‘Who are you helping?’
‘My guess is a girl,’ Nick says, chuckling, as he appears from the hall.
‘Hey, Nick,’ I say. ‘You already been out in the fields?’
‘Been out there for an hour now,’ he says, refilling his travel mug with coffee. ‘So who’s the girl?’
‘What girl?’
‘The one you’re fixing stuff for.’
‘I didn’t say it was a girl.’
‘You didn’t say it wasn’t.’ Nick brings his coffee to the table and sits down.
‘You guys sound just like me and my brothers,’ Nash says. ‘We always know when a girl’s involved.’
‘It’s not a girl,’ I say. ‘I mean, it is, but she’s just a friend.’
‘Yeah, right,’ Nash and Nick say at the same time.
I ignore them and get up to get some coffee.
‘Is it the girl from your camp?’ Mom asks.
‘You wentto camp?’ Nash asks.
‘When I was seven.’ I bring my coffee back to the table and grab a pastry from the tray. ‘I met this girl there and now she lives here in town.’
‘She owns the new brewery,’ Nick says to Nash.
