Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“I didn’t even see anyone. They requested that I leave their order on the doorstep for fuck’s sake,” he growled.
“Then maybe that customer is as grumpy as you.” I shrugged and headed toward the door. “Either way, it doesn’t really matter because I’m happy with how you do your job, and I’m the boss. So keep up the good work.”
“Sure, whatever. See you tomorrow.”
I pushed open the door and looked over my shoulder at him. “Nope, you won’t. I have a rare two days off in a row.”
“Good for you.” His lips curved into what counted as a grin for him. “Maybe you can save someone again while you’re out flying. Next time, try to catch the plane too so it doesn’t go down.”
“Haha, funny.”
With the amount of teasing I got from my friends who could also fly, I often found myself wishing that I’d kept what happened to myself. If I had, Jackie wouldn’t have had the chance to suggest I search for the pilot. Then I wouldn’t have been left wondering about how he’d react if we met while he wasn’t only semi-conscious.
Forcing my thoughts away from a man I’d never see again, I walked outside and spread my wings. Lifting into the air, I flew over a few rows of buildings before landing in front of the bakery that specialized in cupcakes. It only took me a few minutes to pick up Juniper’s order, and then I took to the air again with two boxes carefully perched in my hands.
The flight to Something Wicked was quick, and I headed inside. I was surprised to find the store empty except for Maggie behind the counter and Jackie restocking a shelf of black salt.
“Ooh, cupcakes!” Jackie raced over as soon as she spotted me. Turning to Maggie, she asked, “Did you order some for me too, or are both boxes for you and the baby?”
Maggie’s eyes had a peculiar gleam as she shook her head. “I didn’t order any cupcakes, so I’m just hoping some of them are for me.”
I flashed her a smile. “You’re in luck then because Juniper mentioned one of the boxes is for you when she asked me to pick them up.”
Jackie shot her boss a pleading look. “Please tell me you’ll share.”
“Sure,” Maggie quickly agreed. “But since Isla beat Juniper here, you’d better go put those in the back before I gobble them all down.”
“Will do.” Jackie took the boxes from me and headed toward the back of the store, calling out, “But I can’t promise that I won’t eat one or two of the cupcakes in exchange for keeping them safe.”
“No fair,” Maggie cried, her lips curving into an exaggerated pout. “Can you believe that she’s going to take sweets from babies?”
“Only their mommies,” Jackie retorted.
Laughing, I shook my head. “Don’t worry, I think you can spare a cupcake or two. There’s a whole dozen for each of you.”
“Lucky me.” She patted her slightly rounded belly. “But she better only take one from my box because I can absolutely see myself polishing off the other eleven.”
My nose wrinkled. “Don’t be too sure about that. Juniper went a little wild with the flavors when she ordered. One of them is banana bacon, and I’m not sure about the rest.”
“Hmmm, banana bacon,” Maggie echoed, tapping her finger against her chin. “That actually sounds good to me.”
I made a fake gagging noise. “Must be the baby.”
She winked at me. “Don’t knock it till you try it.”
“As if that’s ever going to happen,” I scoffed with a shake of my head.
Maggie quirked a brow at me as she leaned against the counter. “Only because you’re too chicken to follow through with Jackie’s suggestion. For all you know, you already met the future daddy of your babies when you saved his life.”
My heart fluttered at the possibility of her being right about my pilot. But I couldn’t afford to think that way when he was a human who almost definitely wouldn’t accept me. I needed to get Maggie off this topic.
Planting my hands on my hips, I fluttered my wings. “A chicken, really?”
“I didn’t pick it because you have wings.” She rolled her eyes and shrugged. “It’s just that chicken has more panache than coward, wimp, or sissy.”
“Uh-huh, sure that’s what it was,” I replied, settling my wings against my back again.
She wagged her finger at me. “Don’t try to distract me from the point I was trying to make. My pregnancy brain already makes me forget enough as it is.”
My shoulders slumped. “You can’t blame me for trying.”
“And you can’t blame me for bringing the subject up again,” Maggie retorted. “Not when it’s blatantly obvious the guy has been on your mind all this time. What if he’s your chance to find love? You might be thinking about him so much because he’s the guy who’ll look past your wings just like Juniper did with my brother’s electricity.”