Page 64 of Strawberry Cake
“I’ll see you at the altar.”
“I can’t wait to call you my wife.”
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Blueberry
Cake
A Cakes and Kinks Novel
By Tanja Longoria
Queenie
Sipping on her drink, Queenie sat back and enjoyed the cool evening air—rare for Houston. It had been a while since they’d been able to go for a night out and it only showed her how much she actually missed it. Work had been suffocating her lately, so she was excited to unwind this weekend.
“That man hasn’t stopped staring at us.” Before Queenie could turn around and see which one, Jessica stopped her. “Don’t turn and make it obvious.”
“Then you have to give me details because apparently I’m the only one who can’t see him.”
“Handsome,” Allison giggled. “But way older than us.”
“Looks like he has his life together,” Jessica added, obviously staring in the man’s direction. “Well-groomed beard and that shirt looksexpensive.”
“Maybe you should go over there,” Queenie suggested to Jessica. “Make the first move, you know?”
The waiter came over and set down a drink—one that none of them had ordered. “Compliments of the gentleman at the other table,” he explained.
Queenie looked up at the waiter, who seemed to find that rather cute and then finally turned to see which man had boughther the drink.
“Seems like he wants you,” Allison said before ordering herself another cocktail.
Queenie on the other hand, had to remind her heart to beat as she stared across the open space to the man who’d ordered her the drink. He was handsome and well-groomed—everything the girls had said—but what they’d failed to mention were those deep, forest-green eyes that often still haunted her nightmares. He was a carbon copy of his son, as if the man himself had aged a decade or two and now sat in front of her. Queenie whipped around in her seat, and immediately her friends knew something was up.
“What’s wrong?” Jessica asked. “I think he’s rather handsome.”
“I know him.”
She couldn’t look at them, her eyes trained on the cocktail before her. For just a few moments, she reverted to the girl she was eight years ago. Then, she remembered that she was no longer a doormat. She squared her shoulders, grabbed the drink, and stormed over to the man.
He smiled, eyes burning into her as he let them travel over her figure. The sundress she wore didn’t leave much to the imagination. Clearly, he didn’t know who she was. After all, they’d never met. She’d only seen him occasionally during school functions, and made sure to keep her distance.
“I can’t accept this,” she said rather firmly as she set the cocktail on his table.
“And why is that?”
“Because I’d rather forget the memories of your son bullying me throughout high school.”
The man’s brows hit his hairline, and his eyes raked over her body again. They paused on her left arm before he cleared his throat and met her gaze again. “I wasn’t aware of that.”
“I believe that was his point.”
“If I had, he’d never have gotten away with it.”