Chapter 7

“Did she like the cake?” Scott forced himself to take a sip of the lightly steaming beverage to find it was pleasantly rich and deliciously chocolaty. At some point during the day, Dakota switched from coffee to hot chocolate.

Dakota sat across the table from him. “She loved it,” he said.

Scott’s jaw dropped. “Seriously?” There was a flicker of…something, dismay maybe, in Dakota’s eyes and Scott realized the error of his response. “I mean, you make the best baked goods this side of the Mississippi, and Evelyn Norton, theeEvelyn Norton, likes your cake. Dakota, that’s both shockingly wonderfully and absolutely fantastic,” he delivered with enthusiasm. “It sounds good to me. You’re sure to have more business because of it.”