Instant Gratification

Very relaxed.

She took a closer look at Serena. Yep, they both have afterglow all over their faces. “So you used the one way ticket,” Emma said to Serena.

“Yep, I took the plunge.” Serena pulled out a fresh spoon from a drawer and resumed stirring. “I’m selling my place. Going big city.” She beamed at Spencer. “Opening a pastry shop not too far from the hospital. You can come on your breaks and I’ll take care of your sugar rush for you, any time.”

Spencer pulled Serena in close and Serena closed her eyes and hugged him tight.

The two of them seemed so happy it almost hurt to look at them. “You’re selling your place,” Emma said. “Uprooting your entire life. For a guy.”

“Hey,” Spence said, insulted.

“A guy you hardly know,” Emma went on.

Serena ran her fingers through Spence’s hair, her eyes on his as she smiled. “I’m not uprooting anything. I wanted a change. New York is it. Spence is just the bonus.”

He smiled at her. “Admit it, I’m a fairly big bonus.”

“The biggest, baby.”

Gobsmacked, Emma sank to a chair. “You’re selling your business.”

“Well that’s just good sense. It won’t run without me. Your father did the same thing. No one could run that place like him. Well, you could have, but it wasn’t your thing. Sometimes it’s just time to move on.”

“Yes, but he’s still going to work there.”

Serena shot her a funny look. “No, he’s not. You guys sold.”

“To a group of doctors.”

“Yes, who are turning the clinic into a hoity-toity vacation B&B for other doctors.”

“No. My dad’s going to work there. He—” She broke off as Serena slowly shook her head.

“Sorry,” she said. “But it’s a done deal. They were demoing when I left yesterday.”

Emma whipped toward Spencer, who gave her a sympathetic look. “I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t know. But it’s what he wanted, so—”

“No.” She shook her head, grabbed her purse, and headed toward the door. “It’s not. It’s not what he wanted at all. It’s what he thinks I wanted. And I was wrong.”

“So let me get this straight,” TJ said, standing in the middle of an empty Wishful Delights. “We live in the boondocks, and yet Serena sold this place off in one day, and now the new owner has already hired you, sight unseen. You’re okay with that?”

“The building predates the 1907 fire,” Stone said. “It’s one of the oldest historical sites in town. The buyer wants to restore it to its former glory, which is right up my alley. Plus, I was prepaid in cash. So yeah, I’m okay with that. I’m meeting the owner here in half an hour.” He looked down at his clipboard and the notes he’d taken. “Besides, it’s keeping me from losing it.”

“Used to be that mountain biking would have done that.”

Stone lifted a shoulder. “Things change.”

TJ looked at him for a long moment, his eyes unusually solemn. “Are you going to be okay?”

“I’m not sick.”

“You’re in love. Same difference.”

“I thought you didn’t believe in love.”

“Just because I don’t believe in it for myself doesn’t mean that I don’t believe in it. Cam found it. You found it.”

“And lost it.”

“So I’ll repeat. You going to be okay?”

Stone tossed aside the clipboard. “Aren’t I always?”

“Yeah, which is what worries me. You’re the glue that keeps us all together.”

“I’m fine. I’m the easygoing, laid-back one, remember? Nothing gets me.”

TJ eyed him for a long moment. “That’s actually technically not true. This got you. She got you. But true to form, you let it bead off your back. Instead of—”

“Instead of what, pouting for a year like Cam did? Instead of shutting out all emotions like you did after—”

“This is about you,” TJ interjected. “All I’m saying is stop trying to be okay for us. Stop being everything for everyone else and Jesus, go get what it is you want. For once, get something for yourself.”

“Like?”

“Like whatever it is you want.”

What he wanted was three thousand miles away.

“The question is,” TJ said quietly. “What do you want?”

A car pulled up out front, saving Stone from having to answer.

TJ cocked his head. “What time did you say your meeting was?”

“Half an hour. The owner’s bringing the final plans for us to go over.”

Just as he said so, the door opened. TJ had asked what Stone wanted, and what he wanted walked in. His heartbreak in her trademark elegant trousers and fitted button-down, looking like a million bucks.

In the stunned silence, TJ turned to Stone with a raised brow like what the hell, then smiled at Emma. “Hey, Doc.”

“Hey right back at you.” She had eyes only for Stone. “I see you’ve both taken a good look at my new place.”

“Your place?” Stone managed.

“Yes.” She cleared her throat, looking unaccustomedly nervous as she set down a set of plans. “Since Serena decided to keep Spence, and go be a fancy NY pastry chef while she was at it, I figured this building was perfect.”