Sweet Trilogy: Sweet Talk / Sweet Spot / Sweet Trouble

“I’m not done. It happened to me, too. And you’ve never once considered that. You’ve totally blown me off and dismissed any feelings I might have had. I’ve spent the past ten years trying to connect with you. You’ve ignored my phone calls, my letters, everything. Yet when Jesse called, I dropped everything to be here with you.”

“According to what I hear, there wasn’t much to drop.”

Claire ignored that. “There was enough and that’s not the point. You’re my sister and I wanted to be here for you. It wouldn’t have mattered what I’d had on my schedule. I still would have shown up, because you needed me. Because you matter to me.”

Claire fought a sudden wave of emotion. “When we were five, you went to a birthday party and I couldn’t go because I had to practice. I cried and cried, but my teacher didn’t care. You got the chicken pox and they tried to keep me away from you because they didn’t want me getting sick, either. But I just wanted to be with you. I crawled into bed with you that night and I got sick, too. Because you’re my sister.”

“You already said that,” Nicole murmured.

“You don’t seem to remember it very much. So here’s the thing. I’m not going away this time. We’re going to figure out how to have a relationship and I’m not leaving until we do. It would help if you acted human once in a while and showed a little gratitude. You could even be friendly. But whatever you decide, you need to get off my ass because you weren’t the only one who didn’t get to make a lot of choices about her life.”

“You’re really pissing me off,” Nicole said.

“Ask me if I care.”

They stood there, staring at each. Claire didn’t know what to think, she only knew she wasn’t backing down.

“Fine,” Nicole grumbled, staring at the floor. “Date Wyatt. I don’t care.”

“Really?”

Her sister nodded. “And thank you for coming. You didn’t have to do that.”

Claire grinned. She felt lighter and happier. “You would have been totally screwed without me.”

“Don’t push it.”

“I still have scars from the chicken pox. You so owe me.”

Nicole smiled slowly. “Yeah, maybe I do.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

“MIXED TWO DOZEN BAGELS,” the man in the suit said, pausing his cell phone conversation long enough to place the order, then saying, “I need those numbers by the time I walk in the door. Numbers, not excuses.”

Claire collected the bagels, rang up the order and handed him his bag. “Number ninety-eight,” she yelled.

“Two glazed doughnuts and a large coffee with extra room for milk.”

“Got it.”

She moved quickly and efficiently, getting the doughnuts, then pouring the coffee. She took the money, made change and called out for the next customer.

A well-dressed woman approached the counter. “I want to order a custom cake,” she said. “I’m in a hurry.”

“No problem,” Claire told her as she moved to the counter off to the side. She pulled out the special order book and took a sheet. “What are you looking for?”

“The Keyes cake,” the woman said. “But with custard filling, not chocolate.”

Claire smiled. “I’m sorry but we don’t make changes on the Keyes cake. We have other chocolate cakes we can customize any way you like, but the Keyes cake recipe is a tradition we don’t mess with.”

“Excuse me, but I’m the customer. Your job is to give me exactly what I want. I’ve told you what I want, now do it.”

Claire allowed herself a moment of visualizing the hostile customer covered in frosting and being attacked by flying sprinkles, then she smiled again.

“There are a few things in life that shouldn’t be changed. You wouldn’t want the Mona Lisa to suddenly become a nurse or have someone put a hula skirt on the Statue of Liberty.”

“You can’t possibly be comparing your ridiculous cake with either of those.”

“Have you had the Keyes cake before?”

The woman sniffed. “It’s just a cake.”

“I’ll take that as a no. It’s beyond wonderful. Trust me. My family spent sixty years getting that cake recipe right. So which would you rather have? An honest-to-goodness legend, or one of our other cakes made to your exact specifications? Or you could get one of each and have a taste test. It might be fun for your guests.”

“I suppose that’s a possibility.”

“It would be a great ending for the evening.”

The woman hesitated, then ordered a regular chocolate cake, with the custard filling and the special Keyes chocolate cake. When she’d paid and left, Phil looked at her.

“She’s been here before, that woman. She’s not easy. You did good.”

Simple words, Claire thought, a sense of pride swelling inside of her. “Thanks.”

“I didn’t think you’d make it, but you didn’t give up. That’s something.”

Claire grinned. “You’ve made my week.”

It was only when she’d moved on to the next customer that she realized she’d never once thought about panicking. She’d done what needed to be done. It was a great feeling and one she wanted to have again.

“MAYBE,” NICOLE SAID, as she leaned back on Claire’s bed. “Are you really going to wear jeans on your date?”

Claire didn’t mention they had been Jesse’s idea. “I thought my other clothes were too dressy. These have a dark wash and I’m wearing them with high-heeled boots.”

“Very fashion forward,” Nicole said as she shoved another pillow behind her head. “But Wyatt knows you’re all Park Avenue. He’ll dress up and you’ll feel funny in jeans. What about those white wool slacks. Those are really nice.”

“He’s seen them.”

“With what?”

“A white sweater. Well, ivory. Technically the outfit is ivory.”

Nicole rolled her eyes. “Of course it is. Do you have a different sweater?”

Claire looked through her clothes and pulled out one that was a pale blue with threads of light silver shot through it. “I never wear this one,” she said, half to herself, “even though I really like it. Maybe with pearls.”

“Earrings maybe, but not a strand of pearls. That’s too old lady. The color will be great with your hair and your eyes.”