I got out of the truck, put away my stuff in the workshop, and trudged up to the front door. Before I could unlock it, I heard a car pull into the driveway. I turned around and dropped my keys, surprised at the sight of René getting out of his vehicle and walking toward me, paper bag in hand.
I gathered my scattered thoughts enough to ask, “What the hell are you doing here, René?”
He didn’t respond until he was right in front of me. I could see the myriad shades of brown in his eyes and tried not to notice his moist lips. He smelled like toffee.
“Woody stopped by the bakery to tell me that he and Rafe would be out of town today and tomorrow until late afternoon, should I want to stop by and make my case again. With pastries, this time.” He held up the paper bag, a knowing smirk on his f
