The rest of the week revealed no additional spaces for me to move to. I had no idea what I was going to do, and I was quickly running out of time.
Even though my career and everything I’d built was vanishing, I couldn’t deny that it gave me a little thrill when Max came back every day that week, even Saturday. He always ordered the same thing, including a cup of my coffee from the back, although I managed to get him to try a few different cupcakes. When he came in Saturday morning he refused to try anything else because he liked the Salted Caramel the best.
Having him come in made my week marginally better, but I still told myself I couldn’t get involved with him. I had too much going on with Bite Me! to be worrying about a man, even if he was a delicious hunk of man that I wanted to cov
