the file you’d asked me about.” A petite blonde breezed into the room waving a red file folder. But it was the rest of her that caught Kate’s attention.
The woman was majorly pregnant. And gorgeous, and dressed to the nines, even in maternity clothes.
Kate’s heart dropped like a stone to the bottom of her stomach. Crap, all the while she’d been fantasizing about the man and here he was married with a child on the way. She should have looked closer at the photographs on the wall.
He kept his private life more heavily guarded than Fort Knox, Kate thought.
“Oh my, is that cookies? I swear I smelled oatmeal raisin. Though nowadays, anything food gets my attention,” the woman finished with a giggle, though her gaze was locked on the basket.
She was so cute hinting at what might be in the basket Kate forgot all about feeling sorry for herself. Sort of.
Kate moved forward and slid the basket in the direction of the woman. “Yes, there are actually four different kinds. There’s chocolate chip, oatmeal raisin, peanut butter and sugar cookies.”
The woman lifted up the red and black tissue paper and peered into the basket. “Oh. My. God. These are from Sinful Sweets. I’d know that tissue paper anywhere. I love their stuff. It’s the best I’ve ever eaten.”
“Thank you. I always like to hear a customer rave about my cooking,” Kate said.
“You’re her. You’re Kate Carlisle. I’m so happy to meet you. I can’t tell you how many people I’ve told about your shop.”
Kate inclined her head. “Thank you again. I really appreciate that. Word of mouth is the best form of advertising I can ask for.”
“Why do I get the feeling this is more about the cookie’s than the file?” Adam asked, leaning forward in his chair, and reaching for the red folder.
The woman stepped neatly out of his range and leaned forward to grab another cookie. She swiveled to face Kate, neatly avoiding answering him.
“How do you two know one another? Adam’s never said a word to me that you were acquainted.”
“We ah…ran into one another last night at Le Bleu,” Adam said.
Literally, Kate thought.
“Really?” The woman’s focus was more on the cookies than his words. Then she looked over at Adam and broke into a huge grin. “I thought you had a business dinner last night. Oh, Adam, you hired Kate for my baby shower, didn’t you?”
“What?” Kate and Adam both blurted out the word at the same time, their gazes locking on one another, then turning back to her.
Her stomach plummeted to her toes as the last thing Kate wanted was to be catering his sister’s baby shower. And from the expression on Adam’s face, he was thinking the same thing. Yet that was still the furthest thing from her mind given the previous night’s dream.
* * * *
Adam stared at his sister. How the hell was he going to get out of this one? Then a thought struck. This might be the perfect way to settle the events of last night with Kate Carlisle. He didn’t need her money, but he was most certainly in need of a caterer and she fit the bill. Especially after the warm and glowing words of praise his sister had lavished on her. And if Tessa already knew the product, then it was the perfect solution.
“Actually, that’s exactly what I did,” Adam said.
“I don’t think that’s a good…” Kate interjected.
The look on her face was one of surprise.
“Kate Carlisle, meet my sister, Tessa Randolph. Tessa’s apparently one of your biggest fans, so how could I not hire you to do the baby shower?”
Tessa gave a squeal of excitement and flung herself into Adam’s arms, her exuberance nearly knocking the chair back against the credenza. “You are the best big brother ever. I take back every mean thing I’ve said about you in the past twenty-four hours. And trust me, after yesterday there were plenty of things said.”
Adam winced as he recalled the shouting match which had ensued after Tessa’s baker dropped the ball on