to that place, to train men to do what he had hated the most. “I think you should name one of your kids after me. Clayton is a fine name.”
“What if they are both girls?” Maggie asked taking the other half of the sandwich Alex made for him.
“Clay still works. And give that back to me.” He reached for it, but Maggie had already sunk her teeth into it.
“Oh. My. God. This is the best bread I’ve ever had. What’s in this, caramelized onions?”
“Yes.” Alex grinned at his wife. “And just a hint of rosemary. That’s why I married her. Nobody appreciates my food like she does.”
Clayton would have had to been blind to miss the look of love mixed with lust that came over his brother-in-law’s face. It made him uncomfortable too see that kind of raw emotion from his friend. But he was glad for it too, because if he went away again he would know that his sister was loved and taken care of.
“I love you too, hot stuff. Now get your sexy behind back over there and make us some more sandwiches.”
“Sometimes I think the only reason you married me is because I feed you.”
“It’s in the top three.” She grinned at him as Clayton pulled a chair over for her. “Thanks, Clay. My feet are killing me. I’m not sure how Ellis and Belinda wore heels to work throughout their entire pregnancies. I’m not even halfway through yet and I don’t want to wear shoes at all.”
“Barefoot and pregnant.” Alex winked at his wife. “Just how I want my woman.”
“Jackass,” she retorted.
“I know you love working with your friends at Size Me Up , but with the twins coming, are you sure you want to be on your feet all day?”
Maggie managed a clothing store for hard to fit woman and she loved her job. Much more than the one she had when she was a biomedical engineer. “I’ll cut back my hours soon, but you know I just can’t sit at home all day. We live upstairs. I’ll smell whatever you’re baking and want to eat it. I’ll be as big as a tractor trailer before I have these babies.”
“I might like that.” He took the sandwich out of the press and cut it, handing one half to her. “Remind me to feed you more.”
She shook her head and smiled again. Maggie was full of smiles since she fell in love with Alex. He hoped to God it stayed that way. “Did you tell Clay about your pie and cake jars?”
“No. But I was planning to.” He left the front of the bakery and returned a few moments later with a small cardboard box. “We get emails from people wondering if we’ll ship our stuff around the country. I couldn’t figure out a safe way to do it until right now. I’m going to call them Slice in a Jar. It’s a slice of pie or cake in a mason jar that you can give as a gift. I want you to try them for me. Give some to Abraham and the guys you work with. I want to know what they think of the flavors. There’s one of each.”
Clayton looked through the box. There was Double Chocolate Cherry, Gooey Peanut Butter Surprise, Cookies and Cream, Sinful Salted Caramel, Birthday Cake Vanilla, and Luscious Lemon. And that was just the cakes. There were three types of pie in there, including his famous strawberry crumble.
“You’ll make a killing off these, Alex,” he said seriously.
Ambrose had hounded Alex for years to take over the family business, but Alex belonged here. He was doing what he was meant to do.
“You think so? Let me know which one you like, and if you or anybody else thinks I should add or nix some flavors. I’m toying with the idea of cheesecakes too.”
“Will do.” He got up. “Thanks for the snack.”
“You know we feed family here. My father told me his plan. I agree with it. I think you are the right choice.”
“What plan? What choice?” Maggie asked as Clayton froze.
He looked Alex in the eye and shook his head once. He didn’t want his sister or his mother to know about the offer he had received. He knew what they would want and he couldn’t let that sway