Madelyn Chamberlain looked up in time to see Emmett Sawyer walk past the front of her bakery. He was up early for a night owl, but as always, the shaggy, laid-back owner of Woody’s, the local bar, was looking casually delicious. He managed to make a simple T-shirt and jeans look sexy. Of course, it helped that his well-worn jeans fit him like they were custom-made. “They sure are,” she muttered to herself. “Maddie, do these have nuts in them?” Emmett disappeared from view and Maddie turned to look at Miss Dotty as she perused the bakery case. Apparently Miss Dotty had been referring to the honey buns, not Emmett’s fine ass. “No nuts. If you want nuts, get the sticky buns instead. They have toasted, candied pecans.” “Oooh . . . sticky buns.” Miss Dotty moved down to the next case and got engrossed in the daily selections. Maddie was always dumbfounded by the customers who came in and stared at the choices as though they weren’t the same every day.
