11
Gavin finally left very, very late that night, and we both agreed it was the best arrangement we’d ever made. I couldn’t stop smiling the next day and was still beaming like a fool when I arrived at MacKellar Cove Inn for the cookie decorating Saturday.
Sofia and I walked in and groaned. “Wow, it smells so good in here,” she said.
“Right? That’s more than just cookies. I told you it smells amazing here. It makes me want to learn how to cook.”
Sofia snorted. “You’re better off paying someone to do it for you.”
I laughed and shoved her. “Not funny. But totally true.”
Sofia grinned and looped her arm through mine. “You know it’s true. So, where’s this Gavin. I need to meet the man who’s made you smile for two days.”
“I’m sure he’s around here, somewhere. Let’s go find some cookies.”
