Travis showed up when I was back at work after a week off. I caught him looking at me again. He was buying a cake. It was the fourth he’d purchased at the bakery counter that month. He was the designated shopper for his workplace’s parties — or so he’d told me.

“Your admirer is back,” Sheri said to me, failing to contain her laughter.

“He’s not my admirer,” I whispered.

I tried to brush off her comment, but there was a light, fluttery buzz in my stomach — and it was because of Travis. Young, hunky Travis.

“Don’t give me that shit,” Sheri said. “He showed up last week when you weren’t here, and I told him you were off for the week. Not only did he not order or buy a cake, he didn’t show up again —... Read More