Until Frenchie came along, this company was all he cared about, and now that he’d been in Indian Lake for eight months, he was itching to take the business to the next level. Katia rapped on his door, then breezed in. Cheerily, she plunked a mega-sized latte on his desk with the new Italian-looking logo from Cupcakes and Coffee. “Ah, my favorite rocket fuel. I think we’ll need it today,” he said, taking a deep drink. “Not yet,” she replied. Katia handed him what appeared to be a jewelry box, all satin and rhinestone clasps. “What’s this?” “My invitation.” “This cost some bucks.” “Killjoy. I only had twenty-five made because there’re so few people coming to the wedding.” He smiled at her. “Well, then, thank you. I’m honored.” He started to hand it back. “You can save this one and give it to someone else.
