Wedding Cake Wishes Read Free Page B

shirt. His words were layered with meaning, as well. It couldn’t have been clearer that he thought the decorators should spend more time decorating cakes and less time looking for information on Caroline’s personal life.
    Margie must have gotten the message because she bristled. “They’re coming along just fine, Mister Warren.”
    â€œWell, that’s great to hear, Margie .” He put as much emphasis on her first name as the decorator had on his title since she’d avoided using his given name. “We’ll all have our work cut out for us with Mom out of commission.”
    â€œWe’ll keep that in mind,” Kamie said in a banal tone.
    Caroline couldn’t help staring at Logan. Had he reallyjust stepped in to defend her? Inexplicably, a memory from last Christmas sneaked into her thoughts. It was one of Logan with chilly rain plastering his flannel shirt to the wide expanse of his back as he hefted an ax to take down his mother’s massive Christmas tree.
    What was wrong with her? She couldn’t be flattered that he’d come to her rescue when she had every right to be offended. She was no damsel in distress any more than Logan was a knight in shining armor. Or Paul Bunyan.
    â€œThings are going great out here,” Caroline said to fill the uncomfortable silence. “How’s everything in the back office?”
    â€œIt’s a slow start, but I’ll figure it out.”
    The two women, who seemed to be making a point of not looking at Logan, exchanged a look.
    â€œOf course you will,” Caroline couldn’t help saying. Whether Logan should have stepped into the conversation or not, she could see that it had put him in an uncomfortable position with two of the employees on the first day. The least she could do was be gracious over his sacrifice if he would have to deal with that awkwardness. “There’s a learning curve to working with new software.”
    â€œHopefully, the hill won’t be too steep. I didn’t bring my climbing gear.” He chuckled at his own joke though no one else joined him.
    â€œYou know I could give you a few pointers—”
    Logan raised his hand to stop her. “Thanks, but I’ll figure it out.” He turned back to the employees. “Well, carry on, ladies.”
    Without waiting for a response, he returned to the office but closed the door only halfway.
    â€œSorry if we were too…er…invasive,” Kamie said as soon as he was gone, and her partner nodded her agreement.
    â€œThanks.” Caroline almost wished they’d apologized to Logan instead.
    â€œWe’ve just heard so much about your two families since your mom moved back to Markston that it’s hard not to get caught up in the stories,” Margie said with a shrug. “Especially the matchmaking part.”
    Caroline slid a glance toward the open office door, from where Logan had to be able to hear the conversation. Whether he’d denied it or not, he’d guessed that their mothers had been trying another one of their matchmaking ambushes. Could he have been right? She hated admitting that she suspected it, too, but she hated even more that her palms dampened at just the thought of it.
    â€œWell, it’s good that you’ll be here helping Logan,” Margie began again. “He’ll need it.”
    Again, Caroline’s gaze darted toward that open door, and she was even sorrier this time that Logan could overhear them. Okay, she’d doubted his abilities herself when her mother had said he would be operating the bakery during his mother’s recovery, but she hated that no one seemed to be in his court.
    â€œLogan would have had this place in shipshape in no time. With or without any help.”
    â€œOf course,” Kamie said.
    Her comment must have surprised the women as much as it had Caroline because both gave her guarded looks before turning back to their cakes. She