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“So…how did your date with Brian go?”

Caira glanced up from the three-tiered wedding cake she’d just finished icing and watched her best friend, Nikki, breeze in through the back entrance of her bakery.

Blue eyes wide with anticipation, Nikki rubbed her palms together and grinned. “Tell me everything. I want all the juicy details. Every last drop. ”

Caira quirked her lips and gestured toward the cake. “Let’s just say I won’t be making one of these for myself any time soon. ”

Nikki plopped herself onto a nearby stool and scrunched her nose. “Was it that bad?”

“I think the word bad is an understatement. ” Caira brushed powered sugar from her fingers and continued. “Try painful. spent hours listening to Brian recite stories about how wonderful he is, and then he intimately introduced my tonsils to his tongue when he tried to give me a good-night kiss. ”

Nikki bobbed her head in agreement. “Yeah, I guess he does think highly of himself.

With a wave of her hand, Caira cut her off. “If one can get past his overinflated ego, one might enjoy his other attributes. ” She paused and carefully placed the groom onto the top layer of cake. “Unfortunately, I am not that one. ”

Caira stood back and admired the finishing touches on the wedding cake. As she adjusted the small groom figurine she sighed regretfully. Would she ever find her very own Prince Charming? She’d made enough cakes over the years to know other women discovered their true love. The one man they were destined to be with. Why couldn’t she? Was she too picky? Too set in her ideas of what qualities her Prince should possess?

Was it too much to want a man with deep soulful eyes that looked at you, not through you? A man with long, midnight hair, a strong angular jaw, quiet confidence, richly bronzed skin, and a body that oozed strength and sexuality.

A man like the one in the portrait hanging in her living room. The one that had been handed down in her family for generations.

With his blond hair, blue eyes, and boyish twin dimples, Brian was the antithesis of her ideal man. Surely Nikki knew that.

Knitting her brow together, Caira glanced at her best friend. “Whatever gave you the idea that we’d hit it off?”