Return of the Jerk (Sweet Life in Seattle, Book 2) by Andrea Simonne Page B

she’s curious to see Road’s reaction now, too.
    He studies the women, his laser focus turned on as all three of them take each other’s measure.
    Finally, Road nods slowly. “Not much I can say to that charge, since that’s between Blair and me.” His eyes flash over to Blair. “But I’m glad to see she has friends who care about her so much.”
    The sisters glance at each other. She gets the feeling Road has passed their little test, but that he still has a long way to go to win their approval. Not that it matters. She plans to divorce him as soon as possible, and then he’ll be out of her life forever. She’ll finally be free. Or so she hopes.
    Blair glances at her phone and sees the time. They should start loading up the van. “Come on, the fridge is over this way,” she tells Road. “We should get going.”
    He follows her to their big, walk-in refrigerator while she grabs her notebook with all the paperwork for each cake. Their first wedding is over in Ballard, and the cake is a brown and white stacked hatbox covered with edible ribbons and bows.
    She points it out to him and shows him the large board they’ll use to carry it on.
    “You made this cake?”
    She nods, flipping through her notebook. “I made all the wedding cakes in here.”
    “Seriously? You’re an artist.”
    “I guess so.”
    He gives her a strange look as his eyes wander the fridge. “Have to admit, I don’t know much about wedding cakes, but anyone can see these are amazing.”
    After loading the cake into the refrigerated van, Road wants to drive, but she’s nervous. “You have to drive slow and easy. I can’t have my cake getting knocked around in the back.”
    “You think I can’t handle it?”
    “I don’t know, can you?” Road wasn’t exactly a slow grandma kind of driver, though that’s what she needs right now.
    He takes the keys from her hand. “I got this, princess.”
    She gives in and goes to sit in the back so she can spot the cake.
    They spend the next few hours picking up each cake from the bakery and delivering it to its final destination. Turns out, his driving is perfect. And she has to admit, Road is a huge help. She would never have been able to do this without him.
    “Thank you so much,” she tells him as they’re driving to their last wedding. She’s sitting in front with him, since the last cake is boxed and will be set on stands instead of being tiered. “I really appreciate it.”
    “No problem.”
    She glances down at her gorgeous shoes and since she’s already holding her phone, decides to take a few more selfies of them. Road chuckles, watching her.
    “Can tell you this much, you’d never catch a guy taking pictures of his feet, no matter what kind of shoes he’s wearing.”
    When they drop the cake off, the bride, Rachel, comes over and gives Blair a hug. “Everything looks beautiful. I love it. You have to stay and join us. Come celebrate!”
    It’s always fun to be around people after they’ve just gotten married, with all the excitement in the air, but she rarely stays at any reception for long. “I wish I could,” Blair tells her. “But it’s been a busy day, and we should be heading back.”
    Rachel nods, but her eyes aren’t on Blair anymore. Instead, they’re following Road as he carries stuff out to the van. “Who’s that? Did you guys hire a new baker?”
    “No, that’s my husband.” My God! Blair stops breathing. Where did that come from? She’s shocked herself and can’t believe she said those words, much less the easy way they rolled off her tongue.
    Rachel grins. “He’s cute! I didn’t even know you were married.”
    Blair tries to smile. “He’s just helping out for today.”

    As they drive back to the condo, Road keeps glancing over at her.
    “What?” she finally says. “Why do you keep looking at me?”
    “Did you a big favor today, right?”
    “Yes, I already told you that.”
    “A very big favor?”
    And then Blair sees where he’s