Amber sounded as if she were on the verge of tears, which made Kate feel even worse. “It’s the first time my parents put me in charge and I promised my dad he wouldn’t have to worry about anything.”
“It’s okay.” Kate wasn’t sure how she found herself in the role of comforter when she was in dire need of some comfort herself! “I’ll figure something out.”
“You’ll order from us again, won’t you?”
“I’ll talk to your parents when they get back.” It was the only promise Kate could make.
The response was a faint sniffle. “All right.”
“These kind of things happen,” Kate heard herself say. “It’s all part of owning a business. It will work out.”
Please let it work out.
At this late date, Kate wasn’t sure where she would find what she needed, but she wasn’t quite ready to release the mental image of her main entrée. Chicken, slow cooked to perfection, with a drizzle of her famous maple-syrup and cranberry glaze, nestled on a bed of wild rice pilaf. If worst came to worst, she would just have to revise the menu.
Abby wouldn’t mind. Kate couldn’t count the number of times over the past few months she had heard her friend say, “we aren’t going to sweat the small stuff. The wedding is only a day, the marriage is forever.”
It was good to know Abby felt that way but there was another opinion to consider and it wasn’t Quinn’s. Alex Let-Me-Hire-A-Real-Chef Porter would never let her forget it.
“Thank you so much for not yelling, Miss Nichols,” Amber said. “And—”
Don’t say it, Kate thought.
“Have a nice day!”
“Right.” Kate hung up the phone with a sigh, knowing Doug would be champing at the bit to get back on his route…
“Hey, Kate! Over here.”
Or maybe not.
The truck driver was sitting at a booth near the window and he raised his fork in a mock salute. “The guy in the kitchen gave me this while I was waiting. Apple pie counts as a fruit, right?”
Knowing how busy she was getting ready for the wedding, Grady must have slipped in a few minutes early.
“Thanks, Grady!” she called.
“You’re welcome.”
Kate strangled on her next breath as Alex sauntered out of the kitchen.
Chapter Five
“What are you doing here?”
Alex showing up at her café at the crack of dawn was beginning to be a habit.
“I was out for a run and saw the lights on.”
And it wasn’t fair, Kate thought, that Alex looked better in black sweatpants and a plain cotton T-shirt than most men did in a tux. She tore her gaze away from his lean but solid frame and looked pointedly at the clock on the wall.
“The café isn’t open yet.”
“Doug let me in.”
“Really.” Kate wasted a scowl on the truck driver, who was so intent on tunneling his way through the massive piece of apple pie that he didn’t even notice.
“He mentioned that you’re having a little trouble with the order for the reception.”
“No trouble,” she denied sweetly.
“You got your chicken?” Doug had surfaced for air.
Not exactly, Kate wanted to say. But she couldn’t with You Know Who standing right there.
Alex gave her a measuring look. “You’d tell me if there was anything wrong.” It wasn’t a question. “This is Abby’s wedding and we want to make sure everything goes the way it should.”
Translation: the way Alex Porter thought it should go.
“Really. Nothing is wrong.” Nothing that fervent prayer and a few phone calls wouldn’t fix, anyway.
Alex didn’t look convinced. “Let me know if there’s anything I can do. We are business partners.”
“Not until Monday,” Kate reminded him.
“You took on a partner?” Doug’s head lifted like a hound on a scent trail.
“No!” Kate choked out. “I mean…Alex and I…our relationship has nothing to do with the café.”
Seeing the gleam of interest in the man’s eyes, she realized she shouldn’t have used the word “relationship.”
“It’s not what you’re thinking, Doug!”
“Don’t worry.” Doug winked at her. “Your secret is safe with me.”
“There is no secret,” Kate hissed. “We’re helping out Abby and Quinn. That’s all.”
“I get it.” Doug lumbered to his feet and gave Alex a good-natured jab in the side with his elbow. “You’re a lucky guy. Kate’s one in a million.”
“Oh, I figured that out right away,” Alex drawled.
“Don’t encourage him,” Kate said in a terse whisper.
Alex might frequently make the society pages of the Chicago newspapers—not that she’d looked—but it paled in comparison to how many people the unofficial grapevine of a small town could reach.
Doug’s truck route zigzagged through the entire county. By sunset that evening, everyone he’d come into contact with would be speculating about Kate’s relationship with Alex Porter.
Business relationship, she corrected herself.
The idea that she and Alex would—could—ever be anything else was…well, it was laughable.
Not only did Alex move in a social sphere far above that of mere mortals like herself, from what Kate had gleaned from her conversations with Abby, he also lived his life by a strict set of guidelines. The Grand Plan, Abby had ruefully called it during one of the times she’d lamented about her older brother.
Abby hadn’t gone into detail, but it sounded as if everything on the list revolved around work.
That was something that Kate could understand. She devoted the majority of her time and energy to the café. But to her, it was less about serving food and more about serving people.
She and Alex Porter would never see eye-to-eye. His goal was to build an empire. Kate’s was to build a life.
“Thanks for the pie.” Doug reluctantly moved the plate aside, mopped his face with a napkin and pushed to his feet.
“You’re welcome,” Alex said.
Kate waited for him to follow Doug out the door. He took over the empty booth instead.
“I’ll have coffee.”
“I’m sorry.” Kate tried to look as if she meant it. “The café isn’t open yet.”
Alex consulted a wristwatch that resembled the control panel of a jet. “It’s six o’clock.”
Kate glanced at her watch. The one shaped like a wedge of cheddar cheese that she’d won in a drawing during Dairy Days.
It was six o’clock.
“One coffee, coming up.”
Kate no longer believed that Alex had come to Mirror Lake to check up on her.
He’d come to Mirror Lake to drive her crazy.
“You summoned?”