Sweet Heart by Ivy Layne EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Ivy Layne
- Language: English
- Genre: Billionaire Romance
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DAISY
I should have brought a smaller basket. I fumbled, trying to balance the
wide, woven basket against my hip as I searched through the dark for
the staff entrance to The Inn.
Another of my bright ideas that didn’t quite pan out the way it was
supposed to. Lately, I seemed to have a lot of them. I’d been to The Inn at
Sawyers Bend hundreds of times, but I’d always come through the front as a
guest of the restaurant and bar.
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Today, I was delivering what I hoped was a tempting selection of treats
from my bakery, an example of the kind of thing I might provide for The Inn
to leave in guest rooms or sell in the small shop by the front desk. Anything
to expand my client base. Right now, I needed every penny I could get.
I usually had a lull in the early morning after the first wave of baking was
done and before our doors opened for the day. Grams could handle our first
few customers, and I’d figured I could drop off the basket and get back to
Sweetheart Bakery in time for the opening rush. And I might if I could find
the staff entrance.
At the back of the enormous timber and stone building, I stared over the
gardens, lit with spotlights here and there. Even in the dark, the gardens were
beautiful, flowing from the back of The Inn, the gravel paths leading to
benches, to soft grass perfect for a picnic, and further to the guest cabins
scattered along the river.
Fatigue pulled at me, and for a moment, I wanted nothing more than to
sink onto one of the pretty iron benches, unwrap one of my own cookies, and
just take a break.
Not yet. Not for a while, maybe. I’d been running on too little sleep for
too long, but I couldn’t stop until I’d fixed the mess I’d gotten myself into.
Hitching the basket higher on my hip, I watched as tendrils of light from
the rising sun crept through the garden. One more minute. Then I’d get it
together, find the staff entrance, drop off my basket, and get back to work. As
I soaked in the beauty of early morning in the mountains, the burble of the
nearby river, and the mist rising off the gardens, I realized where I’d gone
wrong.
Of course, the staff entrance wouldn’t be at the back of the building.
During the day this space was mainly used by guests. I’d passed through the
guest parking lot as I’d walked from the bakery and had completely forgotten
about the smaller parking lot on the other side of The Inn. That must be
where I’d find the staff entrance.
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