The Tea Shop on Lavender Lane

“Yeah, I know,” Margo said. “Sometimes I wish I hadn’t dumped Maurice. He wasn’t all that bad.”

He’d cheated on her. Twice. “Yeah, he was,” Cecily said gently.

“Okay, yeah, he was.” Margo sighed. “I don’t know why this whole man-woman thing has to be so hard. I think I’m going to become a lesbian.”

Cecily laughed. “That won’t be happening anytime soon. You like men too much.”

“Yeah, though sometimes I wonder why.”

“Hey, if it was easy, what would we have to complain about?”

“I could always find something, trust me.” There was a moment of silence on the phone, followed by, “Seriously, do you sometimes wonder if you’ll ever get it right?”

“All the time,” Cecily said.

“Oh, well. If I can’t have great sex, I’ll have to settle for making a huge commission on this dog of a house I’m about to show. Oh, and this is my client pulling up. I’d better get my game face on.”

“Go for it.”

“Ciao,” Margo said airily.

Cecily went back to writing a product description for their newest chocolate flavors. It would be nice if, for once in her life, she could get those matchmaking instincts that worked so well for everyone else to work on her own behalf.

* * *

Bailey looked out the plane window at the lush trees and lawns below. Federal Way was now in view, which meant that within minutes the plane would be landing at Sea-Tac airport outside Seattle. Both her sisters were coming to pick her up, and her mother was home preparing all her favorite foods—mushroom lasagna, chicken Caesar salad and chocolate cake. It was the same chocolate cake her mother had taught her to make when she was twelve, the same recipe she used when she catered parties and needed mini cupcakes.

Those days were now gone. Her business was dead. So, why had she packed up so many of her kitchen tools and shipped them to Icicle Falls? What a fool. She’d spent a fortune sending home things that would only remind her of her failure.

Well, a girl still needed mini muffin tins and baking sheets and measuring cups and spoons and mixing bowls, for crying out loud. Maybe not a case of cute cupcake holders or tiered serving trays or pastry bags. But still, people would be having birthdays. And baby showers. She’d continue to make fun dishes and treats. She just wouldn’t be doing it for a living now.

What would she be doing? She blinked hard and told herself not to be a baby. No more crying. She was so done with crying.

“Almost home,” said her seatmate, an older man with silver hair.

He was single and lived in Seattle. He’d been a good listener, nodding sympathetically while she told him her woes. He owned a company that distributed seafood, and she’d thought he’d be perfect for her mom. But he hadn’t been remotely interested in hearing about her sweet, pretty mother. He’d wanted to know if she ever dated older men. That had been icky and awkward.

She’d told him she had a boyfriend back in Icicle Falls. What a lie! She had no one back in Icicle Falls. She blinked again and wiped at the corner of her eye.

“Is your boyfriend coming to meet you?” asked Mr. Lech.

“No, my sisters will.” Her fabulous sisters, who were always there for her. Another tear tried to sneak out of the corner of her eye. She wiped it away and reminded herself that she had much to be grateful for.

And there was a rainbow at the end of this storm. Although her career was over, her love life could take off. There was more than family in Icicle Falls. Brandon Wallace was there. She smiled. Brandon Wallace, ski bum and resident heartbreaker, had been cracking her heart like a jawbreaker off and on since they were kids. In fact, the last time he’d dumped her for another woman had been the final straw. She’d been more than happy to move to L.A.

But that was then. She was a big girl now and more than ready to show Brandon what he’d been missing. Her career might have fizzled, but that didn’t mean her love life had to.

The plane landed with a couple of bumps and then taxied to the Jetway. Okay, she told herself, you are now approaching your new life. It will be an adventure. She only hoped this adventure ended in success.

The plane stopped and everyone hurried to stand up and wait.

“I hope everything works out for you,” the older man said. He handed her his business card. “If you ever need anything.”

What she really needed was a trip back in time and a chance to turn down catering Samba Barrett’s party.

Her suitcase took forever to appear on the baggage carousel, and after seeing her lose her balance trying to grab it and nearly landing on the carousel herself, Bailey’s former seatmate came to the rescue and pulled it off. Not an easy feat, considering how big it was and how much she’d crammed into it. He then reminded her...if she needed anything.

She thanked him and hurried off before he could offer to escort her and her suitcase and carry-ons to her car. Where were Sammy and Cec?

She was about to call when she spotted them. She waved, and they came running to hug her. Oh, those hugs felt good.

“Welcome home,” Samantha said.

“I’m so glad to see you guys!” When a girl felt beaten down, there was nothing like family to help her get back on her feet.

“We’re glad to see you, too,” Cecily told her.

“Mom’s home putting the finishing touches on dinner, and we’re under strict orders not to get sidetracked shopping in Seattle,” Samantha added, “so let’s get out of here.”

Great idea. She could see her pal from the plane approaching. She gave him a little wave and started for the parking garage at a quick clip.

“Don’t tell me. Let me guess,” Samantha said. “You picked up a friend.”

“Actually, I thought he’d be perfect for Mom,” Bailey began.

“Don’t be matching Mom up,” Samantha said sternly. “She’s not ready for another man.”

“I think she is,” Bailey insisted. After what Samantha had gone through cleaning up the business mess left behind by their mother’s last husband, Bailey understood her sister’s reluctance to see their mother find a replacement. Still, Mom deserved to be happy. “What do you think?” she asked Cecily. Cec had been a matchmaker. When it came to love, she was an expert. Well, except for when it came to herself. Why her sister was still single was a mystery to Bailey.

“I think it’s really good to have you back,” Cecily said diplomatically.

“And just in time,” Samantha put in. “We could use help in the office.”

The office? Was she serious? “I can’t type. Remember?” Bailey reminded her. “Anyway, I don’t know if I want to work in the office.” That probably sounded ungrateful. After all, Samantha had paid for her ticket home. And Sweet Dreams Chocolates was the family business.

They were at Samantha’s car now. She turned and stared at Bailey as if she’d announced she was going to run off and join a cult.

Bailey’s face sizzled, and she hung her head. She was a terrible ingrate. But she still didn’t want to work in the Sweet Dreams office.

Samantha opened the trunk and deposited Bailey’s suitcase. “Okay,” she said slowly. “What do you want to do?”

Be a caterer. But after what had happened, she was finished with that. “I don’t know,” she admitted.

“You’ve got to do something,” Samantha said.

“You’ll think of something.” Cecily gave Bailey another reassuring hug. “You just need some time to find your feet.”

Yeah. So there. Gosh, Sammy could be so bossy sometimes.