What's Life Without the Sprinkles?
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What’s Life Without
the Sprinkles?
by
Misty Simon
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.
What’s Life Without the Sprinkles?
COPYRIGHT © 2013 by Misty Simon
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press, Inc. except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.
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Publishing History
First Champagne Rose Edition, 2013
Print ISBN 978-1-61217-653-6
Digital ISBN 978-1-61217-654-3
Published in the United States of America
Praise for Misty Simon
“Misty Simon has a way of making me burst out in laughter one moment and tears in the next.”
~Kim Robinson, BBW Reviews
“Ms. Simon is an astonishing writer.”
~Book Reviews by Crystal blog
“This is definitely an author to watch out for and we can expect excellent works to come.”
~Liadan, Coffee Time Romance
“Misty Simon's
A MOTHER'S HEART
is heart wrenchingly sweet…. A wonderful first book from a great new author.”
~Valerie, Manic Readers
“I highly recommend this book for a great story… [It] should be on everyone’s ‘To be read’ list. It’s also a great look into animal rescue.”
~Brenda Talley, The Romance Studio (5 Hearts)
“Ms. Simon has created a wonderful tale of sparkling characters.”
~Hollie, Coffee Time Romance (4 Cups)
“If you enjoy romance stories about two people burned by relationships gone bad…then look no further.”
~Xeranthemum, Long and Short Reviews (4.5 Books)
“A cute tale about a woman afraid to turn out like her mother and a man trying to take care of his children.”
~Debbie Gould, WRDF Review
“
A MOTHER’S HEART
is a modern-day love story…. I…would like to read more by this author.”
~Lily, Simply Romance Reviews
“Put together a pack of dogs, adorable kids and a yummy neighbor…an amusing tale!”
~Crystal, CK2s Kwips and Kritiques
Dedication
To my husband and daughter,
who know how to fold their own laundry
and make dinner if necessary.
You both make this fun and worth doing!
To Jason Manns,
who makes the music that makes my heart sing
and my fingers fly over the keyboard.
And to Elodia Eddy,
my first reader.
This was a long journey and thank you!
Chapter One
A hush, broken only by the ticking of the antique grandfather clock, fell over the crowd in the spacious room. When one of the three doors on the far wall slowly swung open, the crowd sucked in a collective breath. Within seconds, that collective inhale was released in tears and joyous laughter.
The dressing room of Decadence, the scene of this rite of passage, was filled with every shape and size of woman, seventeen total, gathered on this spring morning to approve their friend’s wedding gown.
The mother of the bride raised her hand dramatically and another hush immediately ensued. Claudia Bradley had seen it so many times it was like a choreographed ocean wave. The noise swelled and receded, depending on the mother’s whim, after the resplendent bride-to-be hesitantly stepped into the throng of women.
Standing alone on the edge of the crowd, Claudia watched as the mother cupped the daughter’s face in her hands and kissed her on the cheek. Claudia’s friend, May Blanchard, who had created the dress, winked at her and turned back to the bride.
Claudia discreetly took her leave and went to the bakery section of the store, where she was far more comfortable. Very few people cried over cake, unless it was her Double Deluxe Chocolate Fantasy with Butter Cream Icing.
An hour later, after stamping the check from the mother of the bride For Deposit Only, Claudia ran back to the tiny office they all shared and grabbed up the phone. Hitting the first speed-dial number, she waited impatiently, dancing from one high-heeled foot to another. “Come on, come on,” she said as the phone continued to ring in her ear. Finally, the line was answered, and Claudia didn’t waste any time with pleasantries.
“You are talking to the proud new holder of an eight-thousand-dollar check,” she crowed, still astounded. They had never been able to charge that much for a dress before. And there would be more where that came from, when the bridal party put in orders for the flowers and the cake.
“Holy cow,” said her best friend, Nate West, his voice rife with disbelief.
“None holier.”
“Hey, hang on, let me turn down the television.”
Claudia smiled. Typical Nate. “No, no. Don’t worry about it. I have to call Zoe anyway, so I have to go, but I just wanted to yell it at you first.” Nothing had ever felt better.
“Well, that’s awesome. We’ll celebrate this weekend, if you don’t have plans.”
“You’re on and you’re buying.” Before he could protest, she hung up and twirled around, almost knocking into the desk chair and the bookshelf.
Once she righted herself, she picked up the phone again and called her sister. She crowed the same few beautiful words, emphasizing the amount this time.
“Get out of here,” her sister Zoe screamed.
“I am getting out. I have to go to the bank and cash this puppy, after I photocopy it to hang on our wall.”
“Well, make sure it’s in that tiny space we call an office, so we can charge even more next time. Why tie ourselves down by announcing that eight thousand dollars is a lot for us? Are they coming back for flowers next week? Did you remember to ask?”
“You are absolutely right,” Claudia said, and laughed. “And yes, they are coming in, and I remembered to confirm. Thanks for all your support.”
Eight thousand dollars
. And for a dress May had sewn over bowls of corn flakes and reruns of
Friends
. Outstanding.
Zoe’s voice brought her back. “I can run it to the bank, if you want. I’ll stop by between errands.”
Claudia laughed again. “Yeah, you wish. I got it covered, and I won’t be tempted to go buy a new wardrobe.”
Zoe, as usual, ignored her. “So what’s the first thing you’re going to do with your vast portion of the money?”
“I’m going to find a boarding school to tuck Justin into until he stops leaving his clothes all over the floor, wanting a dog, and tracking mud in the house. Oh, and dropping hints that it would be a good idea if I found a man.” Boarding school wasn’t a bad idea, but not one she’d follow through on. She’d miss her son too much, but God, he was giving her fits lately, constantly asking about her love life.
“You wouldn’t really do that, and you know it. He may be a pain right now, but you would freak if he was more than ten miles away.”
Claudia sighed. “How true.”
“So what are you really doing to celebrate?”
“Nothing really. Get back to work, I guess.”
“You’re killing me, Claudia. Mom said she’s taking Justin for the night, so I know you have a whole night to yourself and you have no other plans? What kind of life is that?”
A safe one, Claudia thought, but said, “I do have plans. I’m going out with Edward.” Then she cringed—on her end of the phone, where Zoe couldn’t possibly see her.
“God save me from dear old Eddie.” Zoe’s sarcasm came across the line loud and clear. “Oh, pardon me, it’s not Eddie or Ed, but Edward. Didn’t he say it sounded more dignified? Sounds to me like he has a stick up his...”
Claudia broke in before this spiraled into a conversation where Zoe used all the swear words her first boyfriend had ever taught her. “Please don’t start. It’s a date. I’m doing something other than staying home and drinking margaritas alone. You should be happy.”
“I would be,” Zoe said, exasperation evident in her tone, “if it was anyone but that pony. Remember our little talk about stabling the pony and harnessing a stallion? What happened to the resolve to drop this dork and find someone worthy of your time?”
“He’s not a dork. He’s a very nice man our mother introduced me to.” That was her story and she was sticking to it.
“He’s a pony.”
“He is not a pony. We have a very good time together.”
“I can tell, since you always get so formal whenever you talk about him.” Zoe’s breath came out in a huff over the line. “Look, if the pony/stallion scenario isn’t working for you, then maybe this one will…”
Claudia held her breath, not sure what her sister would come up with next.
“Let’s say Edward is a dessert.”
Claudia groaned.
“Bear with me. So if I had to pick Edward out of a dessert case, I would say he was the three-day-old cookies on the clearance rack at the grocery store.”
“That’s not fair.”
“Regardless, he
is
stale cookies, and what you need is cake. Preferably cake with butter cream icing in the swirly patterns I love to watch you do, Claudia. Lots of cake, with sugar and excitement. When are you going to ignore Mom and her ridiculous matchmaking and go out and grab some delicious cake? Find someone worthy of your time?”
A pause hummed along the line. Claudia squeezed her eyes shut and hoped Zoe wouldn’t say it. So, of course, she did.
“Someone like Nate, maybe.”
Argh!
“Don’t start. I’m happy with Edward.” It was only a tiny white lie. While he might not be cake, she wasn’t willing to call him three-day-old stale cookies from the grocery store, either. That wasn’t fair to him or the relationship she had been trying hard to cultivate over the last three months. She tuned back to the conversation before she could look too hard at the fact that the relationship with him was already work and they hadn’t even slept together yet.
“The day I see you truly be happy with Eddie is the day I turn my hair green,” Zoe said, then added, “on purpose. That botched bleach job doesn’t count. And I still think you should go jump on Nate.”
The bell above the door tinkled, Gratefully, Claudia looked up to see one of the women from the earlier bridal crowd walk back into the shop. “I have to go,” she whispered. “Customer.” Without a moment’s hesitation, she hung up on Zoe’s continued slamming of Edward’s character and possible toupee. Her comments about cake weren’t helping, either. Claudia had been on a steady diet of no sweets for over ten years. There was no need to introduce them now, especially not with Nate, her best friend.
****
After dropping off the check at their bank and grabbing some lunch, Claudia took a drive around town. She had nothing else going on today in the shop, and May had everything under control. If she needed Claudia, May would call and Claudia could be back in moments, such was the joy of a small town.
With the windows rolled down, she enjoyed the light breeze of mid-April in Central Pennsylvania. It was one of her favorite times of year. Plants and trees were in bloom, animals were coming back to life after sleeping away the winter, and summer was just around the corner.
In fact, today felt more like summer than spring. Claudia enjoyed the way the sun beat into the car and the warmth on her elbow where she had it cocked out the window. Tunes played on the radio, no one was bugging her about her love life, her child wasn’t giving her fits with pre-teen angst, and her sister wasn’t plaguing her with things she couldn’t have and didn’t want. Not much could go wrong right now.
And even though she was not looking forward to dinner with Edward tonight as much as she had before her talk with Zoe and her ridiculous cake references, she would get her enthusiasm back any minute now. In the meantime, she drove past the high school and then past the elementary school building where Justin was hopefully learning and not getting into any trouble.