Return of the Last McKenna (Harlequin Romance) (3 page)

CHAPTER THREE

K
ATE
stared at the pile of orders on her desk, the paperwork waiting to be
done, but found her mind wandering to the handsome customer who had come in a
couple days ago. The doctor with the Red Sox basket, who had been both friendly
and…troubled. Yes, that was the word for it. She’d joked with him about
spreading the word about the shop, told him it would be enough to repay her work
on the basket, and he’d said—

No it won’t.

Such an odd comment to leave her with. What on earth could he
have meant? She hadn’t done anything more for him than she’d do for any other
customer. Changed a bow, added some feminine touches. It wasn’t like she’d
handed over a kidney or anything. Maybe she’d misheard him.

Kate gave up on the work and got to her feet, crossing to the
window. She looked out over the alley that ran between her shop and the one next
door, then down toward the street, busy with cars passing in a blur as people
headed home after work. The sound system played music Kate didn’t hear and the
computer flashed messages of emails Kate didn’t read.

Her mind strayed to Dr. Brody McKenna again. She didn’t know
much about him, except that he was a Red Sox fan who’d been too distracted to
notice the basket he’d picked out was more suited to a male than a female. Maybe
he was one of those scattered professor types. Brilliant with medicine but
clueless about real life.

She sighed, then turned away from the window. She had a hundred
other priorities that didn’t include daydreaming about a handsome doctor. She’d
met two kinds of men in her life—lazy loafers who expected her to be their
support system and driven career A-types who invested more in their jobs than
their relationships.

Few heroes like Andrew, few men who lived every day with heart
and passion. Until she met one like that, dating would run a distant second to a
warm cup of coffee and a fresh from the oven cookie.

The shop door rang. Kate headed out front, working a smile to
her face. It became a real smile when she saw her grandmother standing behind
the counter, sneaking a red devil cupcake from under the glass dome. Kate put
out her arms. “Grandma, what a nice surprise.”

Nora laughed as she hugged her granddaughter. “It can’t be that
much of a surprise. I’m here almost every day for my sugar fix.”

Kate released Grandma from the hug. “And I’m thrilled that you
are.”

Growing up, Kate had spent hours here after school, helping out
in the shop and sneaking treats from under the very same glass dome. The sweet
tooth came with the family dimples, she thought as she watched her grandmother
peel the paper off the cupcake.

“Don’t tell your grandfather I’m sneaking another cupcake,”
Nora warned, wagging a finger. “You know he thinks I’m already sweet
enough.”

“That’s because he loves you.”

Nora smiled at the mention of her husband. They had the kind of
happy marriage so elusive to other people, and so valuable to those blessed with
that gift. Unlike Kate’s parents, who had turned fighting into a daily habit,
Nora doted on her husband, always had, she said, and always would.

Nora popped a bite of cupcake in her mouth then looked around
the shop. “How are things going here?”

“Busy.”

“How’s the hunt for a second location?”

Kate shrugged. “I haven’t done much toward that yet.”

“You had plans—”

“That was before, Grandma. Before…” She shook her head.

Nora laid a hand on Kate’s shoulder. “I understand.”

When Andrew had been alive, buying and opening new locations
had been part of their business plan. But ever since he’d died, she’d had to
work at keeping to that plan. Months ago, she’d found a spot for a second
location in Weymouth, but had yet to visit it or run the numbers, all signs that
she wasn’t as enthused as she used to be.

Her grandmother smiled. “I like the idea of another Nora’s
Sweet Shop, but I worry about you, honey. If you want to take some time off, I’d
be glad to step in and help. Your grandpa, too.”

Kate looked at her eighty-three-year-old grandmother. She knew
Nora would step in any time Kate asked her, but she wouldn’t expect or ask that
of Nora. “I know you would, and I appreciate that but I’m okay. You guys do
enough for me making the daytime deliveries.”

Nora waved that off. “It keeps us busy and gets us out of the
house. You know we like tooling around town, stopping in to see the regular
customers.”

“You two deserve to enjoy your golden years, not spend them
working over a hot oven. Besides, I’m doing fine, Grandma.”

Nora brushed a strand of hair off Kate’s face. “No you’re
not.”

Kate nodded, then shook her head, and cursed the tears that
rushed to her eyes. “I just…miss him.”

She didn’t add that she regretted, to the depth of her being,
ever encouraging her brother to join the military. Maybe if she’d pushed him in
another direction, or dismissed the idea of the military, he’d be here
today.

Tears shimmered in Nora’s eyes, too. She had doted on her
grandson, and though she’d been proud of his military service, she had worried
every minute of his deployment. “We all do. But he wouldn’t want you to be
sitting around, missing him. If there was one thing your brother did well, it
was live his life. Remember the time he went parachuting off that mountain?”

Despite the tears, Kate smiled. Her brother had been a wild
child, from the second he was born. He approached life head on—and never looked
back. “And the time he skydived for the first time. Oh, and that crazy swim with
the sharks trip he took.” Kate shook her head. “He lived on the edge.”

“While the rest of us stayed close to terra firma.” Nora
smiled. “But in the end, he always came back home.”

“His heart was here.”

“It was indeed,” Nora said. “And he would want you to be happy,
to celebrate your life, not bury it in work.”

Before he left for Afghanistan, Andrew had tried to talk to her
about the future. When he’d started on the what-ifs, she’d refused to listen,
afraid of what might happen. Now, she regretted that choice. Maybe if she’d
heard him out, she might have the secret to his risk taking. Something to urge
her down the path they had planned for so long.

Andrew had soared the skies for the rest of them while the
other Spencers offered caution, wisdom. She missed that about him, but knew she
should also learn from him. Remember that life was short and to live every
moment with gusto. Even if doing so seemed impossible some days. Kate swiped
away the tears. “I’ll try to remember that.”

“Good.” Nora patted her granddaughter on the shoulder. Then her
gaze shifted to the picture window at the front of the shop. She nodded toward
the door. “Ooh. Handsome man alert. Did you put on your lipstick?”

Kate laughed. Leave it to Nora to be sure her granddaughter was
primped and ready should Mr. Right stride on by. Her grandmother lived in
perpetual hope for great grandchildren that she could spoil ten times more than
she’d spoiled her grandchildren. “Grandma, I’m not interested in dating right
now.”

“I think this guy will change your mind about that. Take a
look.”

The door opened and Brody McKenna strode inside. Kate’s heart
tripped a little. The doctor’s piercing blue eyes zeroed in on hers, and the
world dropped away.

She cleared her throat. “Back for another basket, Doctor?”

Way to go, Kate, establish it as a
business only relationship.
In the end, the best choice. Hadn’t she
watched her parents’ marriage, started on a whim, with major differences in
goals and values, disintegrate? She wanted a steady, dependable base, not a man
who made her heart race and erased her common sense, regardless of the way
Brody’s lopsided smile and ocean blue eyes flipped a switch inside her.

“I just came by to thank you,” he said. “The basket was a big
hit. My grandmother sends her regards and her gratitude for the cherry
chocolates. Especially those. In fact, I’m under strict orders to buy some
more.”

“Those are my favorites, too,” Nora said. She leaned over the
counter and put out a hand. “I’m Nora Spencer.”

He smiled. “Ah, the famous Nora in Nora’s Sweet Shop.” He shook
hands with her, and Kate swore she saw her eighty-three-year-old grandma blush.
“Brody McKenna.”

Nora arched a brow. “You’re a
doctor,
you said?”

Kate wanted to elbow her grandmother but Nora had already
stepped out of reach. Under the counter, she waved her hand, but Grandma ignored
the hint.

“Yes, ma’am,” Brody said. “I own a family practice right down
the street from here. I took over for Doc Watkins.”

“Oh, I remember him,” Nora said. “Nice guy. Except for when he
was losing at golf. Then he was grumpy. Every Wednesday, he played, so I learned
never to make an appointment for first thing Thursday morning.”

Brody chuckled. “Yep, you have him down to a tee.”

Kate and her grandmother laughed at the pun. Then Nora tapped
her chin, and studied Brody. “Wait…McKenna. Aren’t you that doctor that
volunteers all the time? Or something like that? I read about a charity your
family heads up. Doctors and Borders or something like that.”

“Medicine Across Borders.” He shifted from foot to foot. “Yes,
I’m involved in that. We travel the country and the world, providing volunteer
medical help to people in need.”

The name of the organization sounded familiar to Kate, but she
figured maybe because she’d seen something in the news about it. Brody McKenna,
however, seemed unnerved by talking about the group. His gaze darted to the
right, and his posture tensed. Maybe he was one of those men who didn’t like his
charity work to be a big deal. A behind the scenes kind of guy.

Nora leaned in closer to him. “So tell me, Doctor McKenna, is
there a Mrs. Doctor?”

“Grandma,” Kate hissed. “Stop that.” Still, Kate checked his
left hand. No ring. The doctor was a single man. And she didn’t care. At
all.

Uh-huh.

“No, ma’am, there isn’t a Mrs. Doctor,” Brody said. “But I am
here about a wedding that’s in the near future.”

Disappointment filled Kate. She told herself to quit those
thoughts. She’d seen the man once for a few minutes and she didn’t care if he
married her next door neighbor or the Queen of England. For goodness sake, she’d
turned into an emotional wreck today. And it was only Tuesday.

“I’d be glad to help you with that,” she said, pulling out an
order pad and a pen. “What do you need?”

“It’s not for me. It’s for my brother.”

“Wonderful,” Nora said. “In that case, we’re even more glad to
help you.”

“Grandma, stop,” Kate hissed again.

“It is nice to find such helpful and beautiful service in this
city,” Brody said with a smile.

Nora elbowed Kate. A little thrill ran through her at his
words. Why did she care?

Darn those eyes of his.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Brody said. “I’m as far from getting married
as a man can be. This is for my little brother, Riley. He’s getting married next
Saturday and it’s a small, private affair, but I thought it would be nice to
provide the dessert so his new bride doesn’t have to cook it. She owns a diner
in the city. Maybe you’ve heard of it. The Morning Glory.”

“I’ve seen it before when I’ve been in the city,” Kate said,
stepping in with a change of subject before her grandmother found a way to turn
a diner, a brother’s wedding and a cupcake order into an opportunity for
matchmaking. After all, hadn’t Brody just said he had no interest in marriage?
That screamed stay away, commitment-phobic bachelor. “Didn’t the diner host an
animal shelter thing a month ago?”

“It did. Went well. The diner’s main chef is on a trip to
Europe and they’ve got a new one filling in, but I think doing the dessert
and
the food might be a bit overwhelming for him. Plus
it’s a nice way for me to show my support for my brother and his new wife. As
well as give some business to a local shop.”

It all sounded plausible, but still, something about the story
Brody told gave Kate pause. She couldn’t put her finger on it. Why come here? To
this shop? There were a hundred bakeries in the area, several dedicated to
weddings. Why her shop?

She decided to stop looking a gift horse in the mouth. She
needed the income, and she’d be crazy to turn down the opportunity to get Nora’s
Sweet Shop name out there. Especially if she sthe tuck to the plan about
expanding, every public event was an opportunity to spread the word, ease into
new markets.

“You’ve come to the right place,” Nora said, as if reading
Kate’s mind. “We’ve done lots of weddings.”

“Yeah, I saw that cupcake thing you had in the window. My
brother and his fiancé thought it’d be a great idea because they’re having their
wedding and reception at the diner. It’s going to be more low-key than your
traditional big cake and band kind of thing. They aren’t your typical couple,
either, and loved the idea of an atypical cake.”

Kate thought a second while she tapped her pen on the order
pad. “We could do a whole morning glory theme. Put faux flowers on top of the
cupcakes and arrange them like a bouquet.”

Brody nodded. “I like that. Great idea. And I know Stace—that’s
the bride—will love it, too. The diner is important to her.”

The praise washed over Kate. She’d had dozens of customers rave
about the shop’s unique sweets. Why did this one man’s—a stranger’s—words affect
her so? “How many people are we serving?”

“Uh, about fifty. I think that’s what my brother said.”

“Sounds great.” She jotted some notes on the order pad, adding
the details about the cupcakes, his name and the date of the event. Considering
the number of orders already stacked up in her kitchen, adding his one into the
mix would take some doing. Thank God she had her assistant Joanne to help.
Joanne had the experience of ten bakers and had been with the shop for so many
years, neither Kate or Nora could remember when she’d started.