“Bye, Daisy,” I growl.
She leaves cackling the whole way.
“She’s so sweet,” Margo says. She’s completely unaware of how quickly word of our interlude will blow up in the town. I hope she didn’t want our relationship to be discreet because that just flew right out the window.
5 Margo
It’s been two weeks. Two amazing weeks. Amos is everything I ever imagined he would be and so much more. I never thought we would find our way to each other. We danced around each other for a long time, and I never would have guessed that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. The girls were right about that, and I feel silly for ever doubting that.
My alarm goes off, and I stretch my deliciously sore body. Amos reaches across the bed and pulls me back against his chest. Oh, that’s another thing, we haven’t spent a single night without each other since that first night. We’re either at his house or mine. We’ve settled into a routine that makes my heart soar.
“Come back here, sweetness,” Amos growls in his sleep rough voice.
I protest half-heartedly like I do every morning when my alarm goes off but let him pull me close. I let out a cleansing breath. I love waking up with Amos. He never fails to give me extra cuddles… sometimes so much more. Again, zero complaints from me. Starting the day with a good orgasm is definitely a lovely boost of serotonin, better than any cup of coffee.
By the time I finally get out of bed, I’m running late. Before Amos, I hadn’t been late a day in my life. I hate being late to anything no matter how trivial—though work is definitely not trivial—now that I’m with Amos, I can’t find it in myself to feel anything other than happiness to run late. Even so, I rush through my morning routine. I’m only thirty minutes late when I get to Sprinkled With Sugar.
My phone dings with a text before I’ve even had time to turn and lock the door.
Amos. It’s always him. Lock the door, sweets.
My heart flip flops in my chest. It never fails; every single morning, he texts to remind me to lock the door behind me. Something I hate to admit, but I’m really lax with doing. When he realized that I rarely if ever, lock up after I get here, he growled his caveman growl and told me that I needed to take better care with his woman.
It’s locked, I reply.
Good. Need to make sure my girl is taking care of herself.
Swoon. I love it when he says stuff like that. Being Amos’ girl is about the best thing in the whole world. With a lightness in my heart that’s grown bigger and bigger every day, I start baking Sugarhill’s favorite morning treats.
I’ve barely unlocked the doors when my first customer of the day strides in and straight to me. He pulls me into a hug and kisses me soundly. That’s another thing that’s changed. Amos is always my first customer. He comes and kisses me breathless, leaving me wet and needy, then he takes the diner’s order and leaves with a smile… sometimes he whistles.
Both of us are stupid levels of happy. I chew on my lip when I think about how things are about to change. His parents are visiting for a week starting tomorrow. Tonight’s the last night, I get to fall asleep and wake up in Amos’ arms. He tells me I’m being ridiculous that it won’t matter to his parents if I’m there every night, but this trip is incredibly important to Amos and his family, and I don’t want to be an interloper.
His dad’s health is declining rapidly, and he has more bad days than good lately. He wanted to spend time in his hometown before he completely loses his mind to Alzheimer’s. I’m extremely nervous about meeting them for the first time as Amos’ girlfriend.
Of course, I’ve known them since my family moved here when I was in second grade, but this is different. Before I was just Margo Schultz, now I’m Margo Schultz, girlfriend to their only baby. Logically, I know his parents already like me… but what if they don’t think I’m good enough for their son? That would be devastating.
My mood grows somber at that. When I told him my worries, he laughed it off and said I'm being ridiculous, that his parents already love me. He said his mom is over the moon that we are dating. Apparently, his mom has been trying to set him up for years, so she’s thrilled.
I’m busy in Amo’s kitchen, baking the infamous burnt sugar pie the entire town is in love with. Another thing I’m worried about, what if his parents are upset that Amos gave me the secret family recipe? I brush it off. Even though he told me I could start selling it in the bakery, I haven’t. I refused vehemently. This is a Burnt Sugar Diner exclusive, and I refuse to mess with that. He thinks I’m being ridiculous, but I’m sticking to my guns on that one.
There’s a brisk knock at the door, and heart starts pounding—time to meet the parents. Trudy, Amos’ mother, wraps me up in a huge hug the moment she sees me. In fact, she completely bypasses her son to hug me. I look over Trudy’s shoulder with a wide-eyed surprise at Amos.
He mouths, “Told you so.”
And he did. All of my nerves slip away into her warm embrace. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a mom hug. There’s something special about mom hugs. My own mom and dad packed up to travel the world shortly after they retired. We talk often, but it’s been almost a year since they’ve
