“Ready to talk about it?” he asked quietly.
She knew what he meant. The “it” in question was Amber and the bakery. “Sure.” Not that she knew what to say.
“You kind of have to go first,” he told her. “I can guess, but I’ll probably get it wrong.”
She looked at him and smiled. “You’re saying the W word. Won’t you be drummed out of your gender?”
“Not if you don’t tell on me.” He touched her face, then lowered his hand to the ground. “What are you thinking?”
She was thinking that it felt nice to be with him. That she’d puked up her guts and he was still right there. She was thinking he was a great guy and she’d done well when she’d chosen him. She was thinking she didn’t want the friendship to be over in six months. Oh, sure, they’d still be friendly, but it would be different. He would be dating and she knew that would change everything. They wouldn’t have organized time together, like now, and she would miss him.
There were other thoughts, too. Swirling images of their kiss and how that kiss had made her feel. She’d known he was right to pull away. That getting involved on a physical level would change everything. But... How was she supposed to forget? How was she supposed to let it go? It wasn’t the wanting that haunted her, it was the rightness of it all.
Which was nothing but a distraction. A handsome distraction, but a distraction all the same.
“I don’t know what to do about the bakery,” she admitted. “I know what I want. But is that what makes sense? I’m still in shock, of course. I didn’t see this coming. I knew Amber was pregnant, but it never occurred to me she would walk away from her business.”
“You want to buy her out.”
Not a question, she thought. A statement. But then, guessing that was hardly a challenge. Aidan knew her.
“There’s so much that could be done there. Ways to expand the business. But Amber’s the one with all the experience. Maybe there’s a really good reason she didn’t do all this before. Maybe my ideas are stupid and if I implement them, the business will completely fail.”
His dark eyes were gentle. “Do you really believe that?”
“Sometimes. I don’t know what to think. I don’t know what to do. I’m excited and scared and confused, all at the same time.”
“Let’s look at this another way,” he said. “What don’t you want?”
Talk about the right question at the right time. She drew in a breath. “I don’t want to be stuck.” She smiled at him. “Which I believe I get from you. I don’t want to be stuck somewhere that makes me unhappy. I’m not saying I don’t want to work for someone else. That might be okay, depending on who it was. I don’t know. I love my job, but sometimes I feel too contained. I have all these ideas and maybe some of them are crazy, but some of them are really good. I want the chance to experiment, to try new things. I want a fleet of food carts at every festival and my cookies shipped across the country. I want to be synonymous with happy good times. Okay, not me. The business.”
“Breathe,” he told her. “You can’t make any of it happen if you don’t breathe.”
She did as he suggested, then took another sip of water. “What are you thinking?”
She had to ask, because she couldn’t tell just by looking at him. But she knew whatever he was thinking, it was kind and supportive. She wasn’t afraid of what he would say. Even if he told her he thought buying the business was a mistake, she would know he meant well. That he only wanted the best for her.