Sprinkled with Love

by Faye, Jennifer

  Sprinkled with Love

  A Bachelor Bake-Off Romance

  Jennifer Faye

  Sprinkled with Love

  Copyright © 2017 Jennifer Faye

  Kindle Edition

  The Tule Publishing Group, LLC

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  No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  ISBN: 978-1-945879-82-1

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  Dedication

  To my family without whom this book wouldn’t have been possible. You all are amazing!!!

  And a big thank you to the Tule team for helping to make my Tule debut wonderful!

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Epilogue

  The Bachelor Bake-Off series

  Excerpt from Baking for Keeps

  About the Author

  Chapter One

  A gust of frigid air rushed inside the warm interior of Jillian Parker’s cozy garage apartment. With it being January, Old Man Winter had taken a firm hold on the small town of Marietta, Montana. And it wasn’t looking to let up anytime soon.

  “Thank you for watching Romeo, dear,” Jillian’s mother said as she stepped inside and pushed the door shut.

  “No problem.” Jillian glanced up from where she stood in the galley kitchen of her recently remodeled apartment situated behind her mother’s house. She’d just pulled two mini-muffin pans from the oven and placed them atop the stove to cool.

  Her mother stood in the small entryway holding her newly adopted black and white cat named Romeo. Her mother hugged the tuxedo cat. It amazed Jillian how docile Romeo was in her mother’s arms. It was as though he were nothing more than a plush stuffed animal.

  Last week, Jillian had adopted Romeo from an animal shelter to keep her mother company. Jillian had been hoping her mother would fuss over the cat and worry less about her. So far her mother had managed to mother both of them without missing a beat.

  Her mother tilted up her chin and sniffed the air. “Mm…what smells so good?”

  “Apple cinnamon muffins I’m baking for tomorrow’s grand opening.”

  Tomorrow all of her carefully laid plans would become a reality. Not only did she have an online business for her handmade jewelry, but now she’d also have a physical store where she could sell her designs and have a dedicated work space.

  “I’m so excited for you. I’ve been spreading the word about the opening,” her mother said. “Hopefully you’ll have a big turnout.”

  “That’s what Suzanna and I are hoping for.” Suzanna was Jillian’s best friend. With each of them being artsy, they’d decided to pool their resources and go into business together.

  Her mother smiled. “I’m so glad you moved in here. Now I get to see you all of the time.”

  “You make it sound like I lived so far away. I was just on the other side of Marietta. It was within walking distance.”

  “Still, this is so much better. And it makes it convenient for you to watch Romeo. I didn’t want him to feel like I was abandoning him by leaving him home alone.”

  “Mom, you do know he’s a cat, right?”

  Her mother shrugged. “It doesn’t mean he doesn’t have feelings too. So thank you.”

  “I don’t mind. I didn’t have anything else planned for this evening.”

  “You know if you hadn’t broken up with Glenn, you’d have plenty to keep you occupied—”

  “Mom, we talked about this already. It’s over. End of story.”

  Her mother arched a brow before she placed the cat on the floor. “You know you can’t always be so picky. If you ever want a family, you’re going to have to settle down with someone.”

  This was the same thing her mother had been telling her for the past two years, ever since her twenty-fifth birthday. All of her friends and cousins were getting married and settling down. And with her cousin’s wedding the following weekend, her mother was campaigning more ardently than normal for Jillian to find a significant other.

  She knew her mother’s ultimate hope was for grandkids, but Jillian wasn’t sure that was ever going to happen. Right now, her focus was on her business—a business that fulfilled her and gave her a sense of accomplishment.

  “Mom, I know you’re worried, but don’t be. I’m happy.”

  “I just don’t want to see you grow old alone. It isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.”

  In that moment, Jillian’s frustrations with her mother ceased. She realized just how lonely her mother was without her father. Even though it’d been more than five years, her mother hadn’t moved on. Every time Jillian prompted her mother to start dating, she would resist. Her mother kept saying that Jillian’s father was the love of her life. Jillian couldn’t help but wonder what that sort of love must be like.

  So far, Jillian had dated a guy who was more like a kid than a man. Then there was the guy who wanted to jump the gun and talk about marriage on their second date. Their second date? Really?

  And the latest had been Glenn. He had seemed like such a nice guy, but he just couldn’t understand Jillian’s need to build a successful business. And he definitely didn’t approve of the long hours she spent filling online jewelry orders and building up her inventory for the grand opening.

  So for now, she’d written off guys in order to focus on her career.

  “Don’t worry, Mom. I’m doing what I love.”

  Her mother walked up to her and pressed a hand to her arm. “I know you’re really enjoying your business, and I’m so happy for you. Your father would have been so proud. But someday you’ll come home and find that you have no one to share your day, celebrate your accomplishments, or hold you when life doesn’t go as planned. Just remember, life is all about balance, my dear. It can be tricky, but if you succeed, it’s the most amazing thing.”

  “I know, Mom.” Jillian placed her hand over her mother’s. “Just give me some time. After all, Glenn and I just broke up.”

  “That’s true.” Her mother withdrew her hand. She moved to where Romeo was sitting on the floor washing his paw and she leaned over to run her hand down his back. “You be a good boy.”

  In response, Romeo purred loudly. His paw lowered to the floor and he stretched his neck. Her mother scratched behind his ear as his golden eyes drifted halfway shut. He was such a ham. And her mother was more than happy to dote on him.

  Jillian struggled to hold back a laugh. If she’
d known her mother would take to having a cat this well, she would have adopted one years ago.

  “Have a good time with your friends,” Jillian said. “And be careful. We’re supposed to get six inches of snow tonight.”

  “Always, dear.” Her mother moved to the door and paused. “I’ll be back in a couple of hours. Do you need anything while I’m out?”

  “Thanks. But I’ve got everything covered.”

  “Toodles.” Her mother let herself out into the frigid night.

  Jillian watched as the door closed. Right now, her mother had more of a social life than she did. Still, things could definitely be worse. But cat-sitting? Really?

  Then a worrisome thought came to her—was this a sign of things to come? She tried to imagine her life a few years from now. Would she end up a lonely spinster with a dozen cats?

  Jillian watched as Romeo meandered into her black and white decorated kitchen and plopped himself on the black rug in front of the still-warm oven. He was pretty cute. She continued to watch as he washed his tail. But she was a long ways off from settling down with a bunch of furbabies. After all, she wasn’t that old. And she had too many goals to accomplish.

  Jillian moved toward the cat and knelt down to pet him. She started at the top of his head and worked her way down to scratch behind his ear. Romeo’s purr grew louder.

  “You really are a cutie.” Jillian kept petting him. “But I honestly think you could have stayed home alone. I don’t think you’re as needy as you lead my mother to believe.”

  Jillian straightened and slipped on her coat. She wanted to take out the garbage before the snow got any worse. She grabbed the bag from the kitchen garbage can and opened the door of her apartment.

  She turned around to pull the door shut when she caught a streak of movement out of the corner of her eye. She turned and stared into the night. As she squinted, she made out Romeo’s silhouette. Oh no!

  A pampered indoor cat wouldn’t know how to take care of himself outside. He would end up lost. And to make matters worse, the temperature was below freezing. Talk about a recipe for disaster.

  “Romeo! Here, kitty, kitty!”

  The little scamp didn’t stop. He headed straight for the road. Where was he going?

  Jillian dropped the garbage and yanked the door shut before setting off, running after the cat. She’d never thought about it before, but tracking a black cat at night was definitely going to be a challenge. And she didn’t even have a flashlight.

  “Romeo.” She strained her eyes, trying to see into the dark shadows of the evening. “Romeo, please come here.” She stuffed her bare hands in her coat pockets. “Come on, kitty. It’s cold out. If you come here, I have a can of tuna with your name on it.”

  And then she spotted the white on the tip of his tail. Romeo paused between two houses on the next street. She slowed down, not wanting to scare him. If she lost this cat, her mother would be so upset. Was it possible to be a failure at cat-sitting? It’d be just her luck to be the first. She just couldn’t tell her mother that her beloved cat had run away from home. Her mother would never trust her again.

  Jillian moved cautiously. She was now within two feet of Romeo. Success was within her grasp. She could feel it. She bent over to pick him up, but all she grasped was air as Romeo darted forward out of her reach.

  Jillian groaned in frustration. She straightened and snuggled deeper into her winter coat. How could this cat prefer the cold to the warmth of her apartment? Cats made no sense to her.

  Romeo ran out from between the two houses and headed straight for the street. He certainly seemed to know where he was going. But how was that possible when he was new to Marietta? And he was a house cat?

  He paused next to a tree to sniff something. This was her chance. She moved with cautious and calculated steps. Soon she’d have that ornery cat in her arms and they’d be headed home. She rubbed her bare hands together, trying to keep them warm. Home—the thought of her cozy, warm apartment called to her.

  And…

  She was…

  So close.

  Jillian lunged for the cat, but Romeo sprang into action and dodged out into the street. Jillian glanced up just in time to see the headlights of a vehicle headed straight for Romeo.

  Oh no! Her heart jumped into her throat. Romeo was so sweet. This couldn’t be happening. Her mother would be devastated. Jillian would be devastated. And she would never be able to face her mother again.

  Intent on preventing a tragedy, Jillian stepped into the road.

  Chapter Two

  Almost home.

  At last.

  With one hand on the steering wheel, Avery Wainwright yawned and stretched, trying to ease his protesting muscles. It’d been a very long drive from the rodeo event in Colorado, but he hadn’t wanted to waste money on a motel room. Now that his horse, Lucky, had been stabled at the Crooked S Ranch, this long day was almost over.

  As expected on this January evening, snow blanketed most of Montana. The highways hadn’t been too bad, but the side roads leading into the small town of Marietta had been coated with a layer of ice with packed snow on top of it. It was nothing he hadn’t driven in hundreds of times, but tonight he was anxious to get home.

  Avery had been mulling over the direction of his life. Now that he was no longer the guardian of his twin siblings, he could pick up the pieces of his dreams—of owning a ranch with plenty of land.

  But to do that he needed money—something he was in short supply of these days. After his parents had tragically died, he’d unfortunately learned that their life insurance had been minimal. Guilt and love had driven Avery to use his income combined with his savings so his siblings didn’t have to go without.

  Now, he was participating in every rodeo event possible in order to replenish his savings—only it was taking much longer than he’d imagined. And with his injury at the rodeo in Denver, it was going to take him that much longer to come up with the full down payment for a place of his own. His dream was to own a ranch outside of town with plenty of elbow space. And he wasn’t going to let this injury keep him down for long.

  His leg throbbed. The doctor had ordered him to rest it and keep it elevated. So far, Avery had done neither. Unless sitting in a pickup for hours on end counted as keeping off of it.

  Other than a warm bed, there wasn’t anything waiting for him in Marietta. Correction, there was Marshmallow, his sister’s cat. At his request, the neighbor lady had taken in the cat and had agreed to watch over his house while he was out on the road.

  Avery turned onto Collier Avenue. He was almost there. But his enthusiasm for returning home had waned in the last several months. His brother was now in the military, hoping to one day be a pilot. And his sister was away at college. Other than Marshmallow, the house would be empty—

  What in the world? There was something in the road. Avery tramped on the brakes. He squinted. Between the falling snow and the long shadows of evening, he was pretty certain it was a person.

  The pickup hit a patch of black ice. Though he hadn’t been going very fast, the vehicle refused to stop.

  Avery’s heart slammed into his ribs. “Move!”

  It wasn’t like the person could hear him, but he felt as though he had to do something to gain their attention. The distance between them was shrinking with every beat of his heart.

  Five feet.

  Four…Three…Two…

  And then the truck slid to a stop.

  The breath that had been trapped in Avery’s straining lungs rushed out. The surprise, worry, and fright all ganged up on him. In turn, anger pumped in his veins. What had this person been thinking to run out in front of a moving vehicle?

  He threw the pickup into Park. Ignoring the pain from his injured leg, he alighted from the truck. “What do you think you’re doing? I almost hit you—”

  “You almost hit my cat.”

  He immediately recognized the female voice. It was Jillian. What in the world was she doing in
the middle of the road in the dark?

  With his heart still pounding, Avery stepped around the front of the idling vehicle. A cold breeze rushed past him, but it wasn’t enough to cool his temper. “Do you know how close you came to getting hit?”

  “I had to save Romeo.”

  Avery shifted his weight to his good leg. “Who? I thought we were talking about a cat.”

  “Romeo is a cat.” Jillian stepped in front of the pickup’s headlights and then she lowered her hood.

  His next words stuck in his throat. He hadn’t seen Jillian since his brother and sister graduated high school eight or so months ago. Since then he’d been in Marietta infrequently, spending all of his time going from one rodeo to the next.

  How was it possible that Jillian had grown even more beautiful? Her long hair was like spun gold and her ivory complexion was flawless. One of the things he admired about her was how she didn’t hide her beauty behind a bunch of makeup. Sure, she wore a little, but not too much.

  And this was the first time he’d been alone with her since she’d worked for him. Normally, he had no problem speaking to her, but suddenly things felt awkward. What was up with that?

  He swallowed hard. “Are you okay?”

  “Considering you almost hit me, yes. I’m fine.”

  “Hey, that’s not fair. It’s icy out here if you hadn’t noticed.”

  “Trust me. I noticed.”

  Her long blond ponytail swung over her shoulder. “Where did he go?”

  Avery thought she was alone. “Where did who go?”

  “Romeo.”

  “I didn’t see a cat. I haven’t seen anyone but you out here on this snowy evening.”

  She glanced behind her and then scanned the perimeter. “Romeo. Romeo.” Worry laced her voice. “Here, boy!”

  “I’m sorry.” Avery meant it. He would never intentionally do anything to upset Jillian. “You know I would never hurt an animal.”

  She sighed. “I know. I’m just frustrated and worried.”