Fairy Cakes in Winter Read Online Lane Hayes

Categories Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 47254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
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And then, I moved to England.

My mom was thrilled but nervous for me. I hadn’t known Scott for long. Was I sure I wanted to upend my world for him? Was I ready to take that kind of risk?

The answer was a hearty yes. And it was the best decision I’d ever made.

In a twist, I was a bigger risk-taker than I’d thought. We both were.

Scott closed his Oxford pop-up but renewed the lease in Bath for a year. We sublet the flat on the third floor to Clive’s grandson and found a bigger flat of our own within walking distance of the bakery and the office space I’d let on George Street.

Yep, I decided to return to my roots as a marketing consultant. I worked for my husband pro bono, but I’d taken on a few new London-based clients too. It was new and a bit scary at times. However…as I’d recently learned, with no risk, there was no reward.

We’d thought about moving to London for convenience’s sake, but we loved Bath. It was beautiful, close to family, a reasonable distance to the city, and…it was ours. We’d made the town ours over long walks, stolen kisses, and fairy cakes. We’d even gotten engaged here.

Scott asked me to marry him last summer under our tree in the park behind Holburne Museum. We had the ceremony at the museum nine months later on a gorgeous day in the middle of May. Blue skies, sunshine, and sixty or so of our favorite people. My dad and his wife flew in from Seattle, and so did Scott’s family. Heather was Scott’s best person and Mom was mine.

We catered dinner, of course, but Becca insisted on handling dessert. Instead of a traditional cake, we had a medley of treats—mini red velvet cakes, individual lemon meringue pies, bite-sized brownies, and yes…fairy cakes.

Don’t laugh. Those little cupcakes were the mainstay of The Bakery—by Scott and Theo. That last line was written in teeny tiny font under our new logo at Scott’s insistence. According to him, I was the fairy cake prince and deserved a spot on the signage. And maybe he was right.

The Bakery had taken off. Pi Month in March was a success, Easter Bunny Buns in April were a hit, and so on. But fairy cakes were a constant and though we weren’t sure why they remained popular, we were certainly going to ride that wave for all it was worth.

Even if it meant a trip to New York City.

I reached for Scott’s hand and fiddled with his ring. “We’ll do it together.”

He knit his brow in a fierce scowl he couldn’t maintain. “Fine.”

“It won’t be so bad. You hold my hand on the plane, and I’ll hold your hand in the city. Deal?”

A wide smile spread across his face and lit his eyes to perfection. “Deal. I don’t know how I got here most days, but man, I’m so in love with you.”

I leaped into Scott’s arms and crashed my mouth over his. No words necessary. We were on our way, with big dreams, full hearts, and fairy cakes in winter.

And spring, summer, and autumn.

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