Tangled Up (Bachelors of Buttermilk Falls #2) (17 page)

“
G
entleman
, we have an
A
.”

Abby shot up, as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. Batter Up must have started judging by the hollers. Why hadn’t Emma come to get her?

And did her cousin just say an
A
? Oh, God, Betty was going to be devastated. Abby pulled herself off the couch and flipped on the light. Glancing in the mirror, she fluffed her hair and pinched her cheeks to wake herself up.

Once presentable, she pushed through the double doors, her heart stopping at the scene in front of her. This wasn’t the usual Batter Up crowd. Sure, men surrounded the counter, but only four: Jason, Mitch, and Tom. In the center sat a grinning Brandon.

“What’s going on?” She approached, looking at Brandon and then Emma.

“Shh . . .” Emma tapped Brandon’s arm. “That’s two
b’
s.”

“You sure about that second one?” He laughed and motioned for Abby to come join him.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I needed to see the spell.”

Abby peered into the bowl at her name spelled out in pink cursive letters. Her cousin smiled down at the batter and set aside the enchanted pink spoon. “I think my work here is done.” She came around the counter and looped her arms around Jason.

“Good job, baby,” Jason said and kissed her.

“Brandon . . .” Abby started but stopped, her eyes filling up. She had so much she wanted to say to him but hadn’t a clue where to begin. “I don’t know—”

“Hey, guys,” Jason interrupted. “Why don’t we head over to the tavern. Drinks on Brandon when he gets there.”

Brandon nodded, not taking his eyes off Abby. “Drinks on me.”

A few minutes later, they were alone in the bakery. Brandon stayed seated on the bar stool, his hands resting on Abby’s waist. She wanted to throw her arms around him, but just having him touch her was good enough for now. It gave her the courage to finally say what she’d been wanting to say.

“I’m so sorry.”

“I know. I am, too.”

“But you didn’t do anything.”

“And that was the problem. I should have told you how much I liked you.” He reached up and brushed her bangs. “How I couldn’t stop thinking about you. How I planned on asking you out on a date that night before I ate the infamous cupcake.”

Abby’s eyes widened. “You were? Do you remember?”

“No. Jason filled in some gaps, and so did this.” He turned, grabbed a blue binder from off the counter, and handed it to Abby.

“What is this?” Abby peered down at the binder.

“My attempt to remember. Go on. Take a look.”

Opening it, she flipped through the pages and smiled for the first time in days. “Is this your book? Did you finish?”

“Yeah. It seems that it wasn’t you inspiring me to write it, it was my attempt to remember just how special you are to me that pushed me to get the words down. My hero’s journey to find himself. There’s a spunky redhead in there that turns his world upside down—she’s his soul mate.”

“Your book is about us?” Abby stood stunned.

“You may have tried to reverse my attraction to you, but what you didn’t know is how strong my feelings are. We’re meant to be, Abby Stevens, and I’m grateful I was able to break through your spell.” He brought her in and kissed her softly.

Her arms wrapped around him. “I was so scared of what I was feeling and that you’d never feel the same way about me. I never meant to hurt you, and I’m so grateful the spell didn’t entirely work.” She couldn’t help but laugh sarcastically. “Some witch I’ve turned out to be.”

He cupped her face. “You, Abby Stevens, have so many incredible talents. You may not excel yet at witchcraft, but you are going to make an amazing wife and mother.”

What did he say?
She moved back and blinked. “Wife?”

“Well, if you say yes.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small diamond ring.

“But, Brandon, I lied to you and broke your trust . . .” She stared at the ring. Was this really happening?

“And I understand now why you did what you did. Abby, I love you. I should have said it way before you cast that spell, but I’m glad you did it because it gave us a second chance to get it right this time.” He paused, adding, “I want to spend my life with the woman that this batter says I’m to be with. Do we have a deal?”

Abby stared down one last time into the bowl. So much had happened since the first time her name appeared in his batter, leading up to this moment.

“Well, Emma does have a reputation to uphold and all.” She brought her lips to his, smilingly widely. “Deal, Brandon Swift.”

T
his was definitely happening again
.
Abby snuggled under Brandon’s warm flannel sheets. Their make-up sex last night had been off the charts.

Basking in that feeling, she couldn’t help but feel so incredibly lucky to get this second chance with the man she loved.

Brandon came into the room, a white towel on his hips. “Abby?”

“Hey, handsome, did you save me any hot water?”

“What are you doing in my bed?” He cocked his head to the side, pointing to her and then him. “We didn’t—”

Her hand flew to her mouth in horror, the rim of her engagement ring resting on her bottom lip. “Oh, my God. You don’t remember.” How could this be? Was their baby playing another magic trick?

“Oh, shit, and you’re engaged.” He shook his head and sat on the edge of the bed. “Just great. Who should I expect to stop by to kick my ass?”

“No one’s going to kick—”

Brandon’s lips turned up into a wide grin. “Gotcha.” He fell back into the bed beside her.

Reaching for a pillow, she swatted his head. “Jerk.” She tossed it to the side. “Okay, maybe I deserved that.”

“I know what I deserve.” His eyebrows wiggled as mischief took over his expression.

She rolled over on her side and he looped her hair around his finger. “Brandon, I’m sorry I took your memories.”

“You don’t need to apologize anymore.” Bringing her in close, he kissed her on the nose. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want you to fill me in. So, we did this every night for six weeks?”

“Pretty much.” Her hands rested on the edge of his towel.

“Wow.” He arched an eyebrow. “And I never told you how much I liked you?”

She shook her head.

“Not even once?”

“In your defense, I didn’t tell you how I felt either. We kind of had an understanding.”

He cupped her face. “Well, understand this. I love you, Abby Stevens.”

“I love you, too, baby. And you know who else loves you?” She brought his hand to her stomach. “This little girl.”

Brandon eyes widened at that news. “We’re having a girl?”

Abby nodded. “Well, it’s not official. The doctor didn’t tell me, but Aunt Sheila predicted it over the weekend.”

“She’s going to be perfect.” His hands massaged her belly. “Just like her mother.”

“And apparently she’s going to have a few cousins to play with.” Abby filled Brandon in on her aunt’s other premonition and what Caitlin confirmed to Emma.

“Wow. Think your brother’s going to be able to handle it?”

“I hope so. I guess we’ll find out.” She wrapped her arms around Brandon’s middle, letting her fingers massage his back. Josh and Caitlin’s story would play out soon enough. Right now, she wanted to get back to her happily ever after. “Now, where were we?”

“Right here, Red.” As Brandon’s lips traveled down her body, Abby couldn’t help but smile.
Oh, yeah, this was definitely happening again . . . and again . . . and again.

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“
H
appy New Year
!”

Caitlin Reynolds clinked her silver-rimmed flute to Abby Swift’s before a love struck Brandon swept his new bride away for a long kiss.

“Maybe you two should take your newlywed merriment upstairs,” Caitlin called out while shaking her head. Who would have thought she’d be happy for Brandon Swift—the handsome former
Los Angeles Times
reporter now prominent Buttermilk Falls resident and inn owner. Certainly not her.

Caitlin pulled her long, wavy brown hair to the side as she watched the happy couple ring in the New Year. There once was a time not so long ago where the sight of Brandon and Abby kissing would’ve made her blood boil. When Caitlin had met Brandon last July in Las Vegas, they’d had their own summer fun. For the briefest time, she thought he might be the one.

A lot had happened since then. She drained her sparkling white grape juice and rubbed the pink satin fabric covering her round belly.

Now she was single, five months pregnant, and carrying not one, but three babies.

And it didn’t appear that her relationship status would change anytime soon. Not when the father of her triplets and Abby’s brother—Josh Stevens—wanted nothing to do with her.

She definitely thought twice before accepting Abby and Brandon’s invitation to attend their wedding followed by a small New Year’s Eve gathering at Brandon’s inn. The old hotel and restaurant on Buttermilk Lake wouldn’t officially open for business until Memorial Day Weekend, but the small group of wedding guests was enjoying a sneak peek of what was to come.

Caitlin looked around the main room, feeling a little out of place. Earlier, she’d at least had Abby’s parents and Brandon’s mother to talk to, but they had left hours ago. Now, she was the only woman not experiencing a knees wobbling, toes curling lip lock—and, well, that sucked.

Sighing, she headed to the bar, pushing past her cousin Bridget Reed who was, of course, making out with her husband Tom. She grabbed the sparkling white grape juice bottle she’d shared with Abby and refilled her flute, desperately wishing she could have champagne. “Cheers to me,” she muttered, toasting the air.

“And your three little ones.” Emma Stevens pulled herself away from her boyfriend, Jason Levine to join Caitlin at the bar. Cousin of Abby and Josh, Emma owned the Sugar Spoon bakery. Like Brandon, Jason was a big city reporter who fell under the Stevens women’s charm. He’d moved to town this fall and was Brandon’s best friend.

Caitlin smiled, patting her belly. “And cheers to my triplets.”

“How are you feeling?” Emma asked.

“Great.” She sighed because that wasn’t exactly true. “If feeling like an elephant in heels classifies as great. Maybe that’s why I haven’t gotten one single kiss tonight.”

“Well, I can fix that. Happy New Year.” Jason leaned down and kissed her cheek. “You look beautiful,” he whispered in her ear. “And I’m proud of you.”

She smirked, knowing full well what he meant. She hadn’t always acted appropriately in public around Emma and Abby. She’d squabbled most of her life with Emma—mostly about petty stuff involving ex-boyfriends—but had never had a beef with Abby until last summer when Caitlin had caught her making out with Brandon. All that was water under the bridge. She really was trying to turn over a new leaf.

Now that the babies she was carrying had Stevens’ blood, Emma was willing to call a truce, and she and Abby were making an effort to welcome Caitlin into the family. Caitlin appreciated the olive branch, but deep down she knew why it was being offered. They felt sorry for her. She’d managed to get herself knocked up by a man—relative to them or not—who couldn’t stand her.

She’d never admit it, but she was actually enjoying her new friendship with both Emma and Abby—although, their special skills still freaked her out. The women in the Stevens family were known for dabbling in spells and witchcraft.

Emma was infamous for performing one spell each Monday during Batter Up night, during which one lucky bachelor was selected to see the name of his true love in the cake batter she whipped up with her enchanted pink mixing spoon.

Not that Caitlin had actually ever seen the spell or the pink spoon for that matter—only men were allowed in the Sugar Spoon bakery on Batter Up night.

All the men who benefited from Emma’s spell were either now married to their true loves or on a direct route to their happily ever after. Even Caitlin’s cousin Bridget’s name had appeared in Tom’s batter last spring. Two months later, they eloped in Las Vegas.

Caitlin and Emma were far from becoming BFFs, but she had to admit their truce was nice. She hadn’t realized how much energy it took to hate someone as much as she did Emma growing up—and well, she didn’t have a lot of energy these days to begin with.

“Thank you. I’m doing my best.” Caitlin waved them off. “Now go back to kissing.”

She didn’t have to tell the smitten couple twice.

Caitlin thought back to last summer. When she’d found out that Emma had performed the Batter Up spell on Brandon and it was Abby’s and not her name that appeared in the mixing bowl, she was furious. Marching over to the Sugar Spoon bakery the next morning, Caitlin dropped the gauntlet, declaring she’d fight Abby for him. Deep down she knew she didn’t have a chance.

Even if Emma’s spell had been wrong—and it never was—Caitlin knew that what she was doing with Brandon was just sex. They really didn’t have much in common. He’d ended things between them shortly after he saw Abby’s name in his batter, and it wasn’t long before Caitlin saw with her own eyes how interested Brandon was in Abby.

That rejection led her to do something completely impulsive with the one man from this town who had always despised her. Never in a million years did she ever think Josh Stevens would end up in her bed and that she’d be the one to initiate it.

“It’s time to investigate the third floor,” Brandon announced as he and Abby joined the group at the bar.

“Now?” Abby asked, wrapping her arms around Brandon. “You can’t be serious.”

Brandon nodded. “I need to see what’s up there.” He tapped his buddy’s shoulder. “Come on, Jason. I’ve got a couple flashlights in my office.”

Caitlin laughed at the two reporters acting all macho. Earlier in the evening, Emma and Abby had teased Brandon extensively about it being months since he purchased the inn, and he still hadn’t stepped foot onto the third level.

She didn’t blame him. Everyone in Buttermilk Falls knew this place was haunted, including the last owner who’d hightailed it out of town after spending one night in one of the bedrooms on the second floor.

Abby had insisted that it was probably her and Emma’s deceased grandparents roaming the halls. After all, they’d met at the inn where her grandmother, Gwendylyn Stevens, had worked. Still, Caitlin had no plans for this night to turn into a slumber party with creepy ghosts—late relatives to her unborn babies or not.

Jason grabbed on to Emma’s hand. “We might need your magic skills for backup.”

“I feel so used.” Emma giggled, letting him lead her upstairs.

“And we’ll
never
see them again.” Abby laughed, rolling her eyes and motioning to Caitlin. “This could take a while. Let’s go feed our kids,” she said, patting her stomach.

Caitlin followed Abby into the kitchen because a snack sounded good. When she’d first heard that Abby was also pregnant, a part of her was green with jealousy. Brandon was head over heels in love with her and couldn’t wait to be a father.

Unlike Josh, who had sparred with her on more than one occasion and hadn’t spoken to her since she’d surprised him with the news.

Caitlin was grateful that Abby wasn’t shunning her, too. They’d even gone shopping last week for their nurseries and had made plans to do it again for new maternity clothes later in the month. It was nice to have someone to talk to who was also experiencing pregnancy and all the hormones and cravings it produced.

Although, she totally wished she looked as radiant as Abby did with her glowing complexion and small baby bump. Most days, Caitlin felt like she didn’t have the energy to breathe.

Unplugging a slow cooker pot and bringing it to the center kitchen island, Abby reached for some Italian bread. “I’ve been dying for my mother’s Reuben dip all night. She made it for me before she left. Do you think it’s normal to crave sauerkraut?”

“Sure.” Caitlin nodded. “I read yearning for something you normally wouldn’t eat is completely normal. These days, all I want are mashed potatoes with sour cream, and I hate potatoes.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, I crave them all the time—even breakfast.”

“Strange,” Abby said, slicing the bread into small chunks.

“Why’s that so weird?” Sauerkraut was stranger in Caitlin’s opinion.

“It’s Josh’s favorite comfort food. Literally at Thanksgiving that’s all he eats. No turkey, no stuffing, no cranberry sauce . . . only mashed potatoes with a heap of sour cream. My mother makes a batch just for him.”

Caitlin took the bread Abby offered and swirled it into the dip. “Strange indeed.”

Abby turned and leaned back on the counter, straightening her back. “Speaking of my brother, have you heard from him?”

“No.” Caitlin frowned. “I’m sorry he wasn’t here for your wedding. I think I know why.”

Abby gave her a sympathetic smile. “He’s really busy at work with his overseas launch.”

“That, or he didn’t want to see me.”

“He wanted to come but said it would be nearly impossible to get away. I gave him a pass since Brandon and I didn’t give any out-of-towners much notice. He’ll come around.” Abby swirled a piece of bread and took a bite, her eyes rolling back. “Man, I love this stuff. I hope I feel the same way about sauerkraut after I have the baby.”

Caitlin’s hands went instinctively to her stomach. “I hope so.”

“About my dip obsession?”

Caitlin smirked. “No, silly. About your brother. I hope he comes around because I really want him in the triplets’ lives.”

Abby nodded. “He will be. Let him get through the launch. He’ll man up and be there for you and the babies. I know my brother. He just needs some more time for all of it to sink in.”

Caitlin wished she could believe Abby’s pep talk, but she wasn’t so sure. Josh was a business man with drive and determination. She was pretty sure having a kid—let alone three at once—was not part of his plan. Not to mention the mother was someone he loathed.

She’d felt awful delivering the news in person last month. After her completely blindsiding him in his Manhattan Central Park West apartment, he’d asked her if Brandon could be the father.

It was a fair question, but she assured him that Brandon wasn’t. Unlike Brandon, who’d threatened to make her take a paternity test until she told him who the father was, Josh didn’t further question that the triplets were his.

He’d said he’d be there for the babies and would support them financially.

She didn’t need his money. Even though she was currently unemployed, her family was one of the wealthiest in Buttermilk Falls.

Josh’s gesture, however, gave her a tiny spark of hope that he’d come around. That was snuffed when he ditched his sister’s wedding. Abby could say it was because of his work, but Caitlin knew the truth. He didn’t want to see her.

“So, there is a question I have.” Caitlin decided to move the conversation to something that had been needling her since she learned she was pregnant.

“Yes, there is a possibility your kids will have red hair.” Abby flipped her loose ginger curls.

Caitlin laughed. “That’s not the question.” Although it had crossed her mind. Abby took after her mom with long red locks, while Josh’s hair was raven black like his father’s. “Do you think my babies will be able to do what you do?”

Abby motioned with her hands. “Are you talking about baking . . .” She grabbed a wooden spoon from behind her and moved it in stirring motions. “. . . or magic?” She flipped the spoon, waving it like a wand.

“The latter.”

“Maybe.” Abby leaned against the counter. “I know my little turkey has been known to cast a spell on her daddy.”

Caitlin’s eyes widened at that news. “Like what?”

“Well, this fall, when Brandon was kissing Rachel Foster on the park’s gazebo, she made it rain.”

“Wait . . . rewind . . . why was Brandon kissing Rachel?”

Abby waved her off. “It was a big tangled up mess. He didn’t even remember we were together when it happened.”

“What?”

“Long story. I’m sure you can find it on Amazon,” she joked.

“Apparently I missed a lot while I was away. How did Adam feel about seeing Rachel kissing Brandon?” Adam was Tom’s older brother who had been in a long-term relationship with Rachel Foster, the town’s one and only florist, up until last summer. The whole town had been abuzz about the breakup. Adam was also Josh’s best friend.

“He was pretty pissed about it. Anyway, I don’t think you have anything to worry about. Josh could never perform the Batter Up spell. I don’t think there’s a magical bone in his body,” she said and walked over to the refrigerator. “Or maybe he needs a shimmering blue mixing spoon or something.” Opening it, she pulled out another bottle of sparkling white grape juice for them to share. “So, how exactly did all this go down?”

“Go down?” Caitlin repeated, grabbing two clear plastic flutes from the counter.

“You and my brother.” Abby opened the bottle and poured.

“Oh, you mean after I caught you making out with my boyfriend this summer . . . on my parents’ front porch . . .” Friends now or not, Caitlin couldn’t resist that zinger.

“You know, I’m sorry you saw that, but for the record, Brandon was never your boyfriend.”

“I know.” Caitlin took a sip of her juice. “It still hurt . . .” She paused, adding, “. . . mostly my ego. I always knew Brandon and I weren’t long term. You two are perfect for each other. I mean that.”

“Thank you. I think I loved him the moment I met him.” Abby laughed sarcastically. “Although, the first time I laid eyes on him he’d come into the bakery to buy breakfast muffins to take back to you.”