Cal didn’t know what kept driving him.
Despite all of his plans, he couldn’t quite ask Becky about Natalya. Even over dinner, he had kept the subjects on town news, the growth of both of their businesses caused by Jessica’s effective promotions, and the upcoming Stormy Days event. They even cooked up a few new ideas that they could do to cross-promote more. Beer bread that he’d send her way with a supply of New York style giant pretzels for the tasting bar, and she had a spare display cooler that he’d install at the bakery to sell her wares by the bottle: beer and soda.
But not a word about Natalya until he and Harry were almost out the door. It was dark and the temperature rapidly dropping, so Harry had offered him a lift back to the bakery which he appreciated.
At the brewery’s thresh
