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  Table of Contents

  Blurb

  Dedication

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  By Andrew Grey

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  Sweet Anticipation

  By Andrew Grey

  Greg Hansen’s pregnant sister is on bed rest, so it falls to Greg to finalize the arrangements for her best friend’s bachelorette party. Little does he know he’s in for a sweet surprise. When he arrives at the bakery recommended to him, he comes face to face with the man he never should’ve let get away—Rhys Denning.

  Rhys’s business is booming with the holidays approaching, so he can’t agree to cater the party without help—and that means Greg getting his hands dirty in the kitchen, where the two reconnect over sugar, spice, holiday goodies of all kinds, and even some penis-shaped baguettes! But the most satisfying treat might be the second chance they never thought they’d get.

  To Kin and Shira, for our day in Paris that inspired this.

  Chapter 1

  GREGORY HANSEN let himself into his sister’s house, closed the door behind him, and headed right up the wide, imposing stairs. The brand-new house more closely resembled a hotel lobby than a home, but he kept that to himself because Annalise would take his head off if he said anything. Under normal circumstances, she could be trying when she wanted to be. But lately, as she wound toward the end of her third pregnancy… well, Gregory wanted to get out of the house with his balls intact, thank you very much.

  “Is that you, Greggy?” she called from her room. No one else ever called him that, and he corrected the rest of the planet when they heard her use that nickname. He let her get away with it out of simple love and gratitude. After their parents had died in a plane crash when he was fifteen, she had raised him and seen to it that he had the best life she could give him. Annalise sent him to college, using the last of their parents’ life insurance to pay the tuition, all four years of it. There was no grumbling that he was getting her share. She did it because, while she might be gruff, she had the biggest heart of anyone Gregory knew. It was just that few people outside the family ever got to see it.

  “I’m here,” Gregory said when he reached the top of the stairs, not wanting to yell. “I came over as soon as I got out of work.” He reached the bedroom door and gasped. Annalise looked like hell. Her cheeks were drawn, her hair flopping down the sides of her head. No matter what, Annalise always looked her best, so this was a shock, even to him, who had seen his sister in rough times and some of her happiest. “What happened?”

  “I’m tired, and the doctor says that this baby is… problematic. There are a few complications. So I’m apparently on near complete bed rest.” She wiped a tissue over her forehead, which glistened with sweat. “Would you get me a glass of water?”

  “Sure.” He hurried away and returned with water and ice from the kitchen. He placed the large, covered travel mug next to the bed, then helped her sit up and grabbed one of her hairbrushes to run it slowly through her hair.

  Annalise took a deep breath and began to cry. “Oh God, don’t mind me. I’m just a mess.” She cried harder, and just as quickly as it started, it ended.

  Gregory continued brushing her hair, then got one of her hair clips and put it in place so her hair would stay. “What does Jonathan say?”

  “He’s going to take some time off when the baby comes, but until then, he needs to keep working because they’ll only give him so long.” She wiped her eyes and sighed.

  “I can stay and help.” Lord knows she had done enough for him.

  “No. Jonathan’s mother is going to come in a week or so, and she’ll stay with me until the baby comes. She wants to spend time with James and Kevin, and she said she’ll help make sure everything is ready for Christmas.” Annalise reached for the nightstand and picked up a manila folder. “This is where I need your help.” She handed it to him.

  “What’s this?”

  “You remember…, Cynthia’s getting married in two weeks. A big Christmas-themed extravaganza. She and her parents are going all out, and I’m supposed to be the matron of honor. More like giving birth to a turkey of honor at this rate.” She rubbed her hand over her belly, and Gregory did the same, smiling when he felt the baby kick.

  “This one is going to play soccer,” he said with a smile, and thankfully Annalise flashed a quick one back.

  “As long as it isn’t with one of my kidneys, I really don’t care what he does, just so he makes an appearance on time and is healthy.” No test was necessary. Her husband Jonathan’s family had only ever had boys going back at least six generations and probably longer, so it seemed Annalise was going to be awash in an even bigger sea of testosterone, no matter what.

  “I asked the doctor, and he said that as long as I get plenty of rest, I should be able to go to at least some of the wedding.” Cynthia was his sister’s best friend, and she was like a sister to both of them. She had looked for love everywhere and found it in the man who moved into the house right behind hers. “Part of what I agreed to do was to plan the bachelorette party. I arranged the location and I already sent out all the invitations, but I can’t do the rest.” She took his hand. “Gregory, I need you to do this for me.”

  He opened his mouth to tell her no way in hell, but she seemed so hurt and worried and tired. “I don’t know anything about these sorts of things.”

  “It’s a party for a bunch of women. That’s all. I made a list of the things that need to be done. Just please help me with this. This is a big deal. Friends of Cynthia and mine that we haven’t seen in ten years are coming into Mechanicsburg just for this. I had planned something really special… but I agreed to do it before I got pregnant this time, and it means so much to Cynthia.” She wiped her eyes again, and Gregory agreed to it without any more argument.

  “As long as I don’t have to be there or serve as the entertainment.”

  Annalise’s expression shifted from tired to wicked in about ten seconds. “You might want to be there. I found a stripper. The guy is big, buff, and hunky as all hell. I hired him out of one of the gay clubs in Harrisburg, so it’s likely he bats for your team. Though he said he dances at a ladies’ club in York too, so maybe he’s an equal opportunity butt-waver.” She flashed him a grin, and Gregory rolled his eyes.

  “I’ll help you with the shower. Cynthia was always nice to me, even after you and Jonathan had two fits and a hemorrhage when I came out to you sophomore year in college.” Gregory snickered, because, looking back, it was so funny. At the time it had been ghastly, with both of them staring at him like he had two heads. Things had improved for all of them over time.

  “I feel like shit over that. Well, actually I feel like shit in general, but I do regret how we acted. We just didn’t know.” She squeezed his hand. “We know different now.”

  He nodded. “And Cynthia was there for me.”

  Annalise nodded. “She gave me hell and told me to put on my big-girl panties and get the f… over it. If anyone else would have said that, I’d have snatched them bald, but her I listened to, and I’m glad I did. I was closed-minded.” She cleared her throat, reached for the bottle of antacids, and chewed on one. “Look, I made it pretty easy. Just follow the list. I already paid for the room, and the bartender is already hired, along with the entertainment. The rest of the stuff is listed.”

  “Okay. I’ll take care of it. You just take care of yourself, and I won’t ask for much in return. Maybe name the baby after me. Though ‘Studmuffin Larson’ doesn’t sound too good.” He jumped back as Ann
alise took a halfhearted swipe at him.

  “Go take care of things and let me rest.” She lay back down, and Gregory pulled the curtains closed before leaving the room. “And, Greggy, thanks.”

  “You’re welcome.” He went down the stairs, grabbed his coat from the rack, and pulled it on before heading out into the snow and yuck, driving back to his small apartment above the music supply store in town.

  He made a call and put his phone on speaker. “Well, you’ll never guess what I’m going to be doing for the next few weeks.” He tried to make it sound really interesting.

  “Entering the Mr. Tight Ass contest at Broncos?” Will retorted. “You know, we should go see that on Saturday. It should be something. Last year the guys mostly showed off their assets without the benefit of Lycra, and let me tell you, it was like a religious experience.” He could practically see Will fanning himself.

  “Nope. I was at Annalise’s. She’s on bed rest because of the pregnancy, and I have to plan her best friend’s bachelorette party. Can you imagine how thrilling that’s going to be?” Gregory tossed the file on the passenger seat to concentrate on his driving.

  “Oh my God! Will there be strippers? Some of those guys are hot, and I heard they may swing it for the ladies, but when they go home, the butt swings all the way back to the gay side.” Will cackled like the loon he was.

  “Annalise already hired him. She gave me a list and asked me to finish planning the party. I have no idea what the heck I’m supposed to do. You remember the last party I had. Half the people got sick from some dodgy cheese dip, and I ended up hosing down my bathroom for the next week. I don’t know anything at all about this stuff.” There were some parts of gay life that everyone else seemed to get and for which Gregory seemed to have been passed over. Party throwing was one of them.

  “You know I’d help you, but I’m leaving town for work in two days and I’ll be gone almost until the holidays. It’s business, but two weeks in sunny southern California and away from this crap? I’m so ready.” Will sounded way too happy.

  “Thanks a bunch.” The one person Gregory was hoping would be able to help him navigate what for him was going to be a pain in the ass, and he was going to be heading to the sun. And to make it worse, Gregory couldn’t be mad at him. “Some guys get all the luck.”

  “Dude, it’s a party. Just look at what your sister gave you, get the stuff together, haul it over to the venue, and let the ladies put everything together. Just act helpless, and they’ll come to your rescue.” Will spoke as though what he said was obvious.

  “You’ve seen how my sister does things.” Annalise threw parties where everything was perfect, from the bows on the backs of the chairs to the centerpieces, and even the punch had the perfect amount of everything. Sometimes he wondered if his sister stayed up all night measuring tassels so they hung evenly and finding wine that made the perfect sangria. She was like a party goddess, and these ladies were expecting that when they arrived. Not whatever the hell Gregory was going to be able to pull together. “Thanks for nothing. I know you’re going to be gone, but you were my last hope.” He sighed. “I guess I’m on my own. I’ll talk to you later.”

  “Where are you headed? I could come over if you want.” That was a nice offer, but Gregory knew Will needed time to pack and get ready for his trip. Besides, he was going to need to figure this out.

  “The weather is awful. Stay home. I’m going to have a few beers, eat some dinner, and then check out this list and see how godawful it really is.” Gregory said goodbye and ended the call. He sighed and glanced at the folder of doom, finished driving the mile or so home, and parked in his spot behind the building. Gregory trudged through the now-half-gray, slushy mess to the back door and went inside and up the stairs. At least he had the apartment at the front of the building. He unlocked the door and went inside the partially lit apartment. Even though he had one with the front windows, it was already getting dark, and Gregory had to turn on the lights in order to see.

  He heated some dinner in the microwave and sat on the secondhand sofa to eat it, turning on the HD television. He had basic cable, so the picture wasn’t too bad, and he sat back with a beer, trying to relax. Gregory sent his sister a message to tell her that he had made it to his apartment in one piece, and then once he had finished, he pulled open the folder to see what his sister wanted.

  Good God. There were party favors to get and assemble, decorations that he needed to buy the supplies for, and apparently twenty bows to tie, one for each favor. His sister had even supplied diagrams and websites for instruction. “How am I going to do this?”

  Some of the things were doable. He could arrange to buy the bar supplies, since they were serving limited kinds of drinks, it seemed. But the food? The list was overwhelming, even with the recipes Annalise had provided. There was no way in the world he was going to be able to do this. Gregory was a danger in the kitchen. He could do simple things, but he had never baked. That was Annalise’s specialty, and she had banned him from her kitchen when he nearly burned it down making french fries once.

  “A cake….” Thank God he didn’t have to make that. She had given him the name of the bakery she wanted it from, so he pulled out his phone to check their hours and get it ordered. Everything that it should say was there, so all he had to do—

  “I’m sorry,” the recording began. “Due to a death in the family, the Dutch Bakery will be closed for the next week and will reopen December first. However, due to this closure, we can take no additional orders for the holiday season. Thank you.”

  Great. Gregory messaged his sister as to what she wanted him to do and received a reply.

  This is Jonathan. Please call me.

  Gregory dialed his number, and Jonathan answered. “Gregory, Annalise is sleeping and I’m not sure how well she is right now.” He was clearly scared. “I’m thinking of taking her to the hospital if she isn’t any better soon.”

  Oh God. “What’s wrong? She was tired but talking when I was there.”

  “That’s good. I’m going to let her sleep, but I’m really worried.” Jonathan was not a drama queen in any way. He was steady as a rock.

  “Call me if you need to take her in, and let me know if you need anything. And take good care of her.” He ended the call and set his phone to the side. He finished going down the list until the last item on the second page made him stop to make sure he was seeing it right.

  Oh God, how in the heck was he going to get those?

  Chapter 2

  GREGORY WALKED down the sidewalk two days and a whole new weather pattern later. He checked the address to make sure he was in the right place. Will had said that a friend of his might be able to help with the cake and other baking. He found the house and knocked on the front door.

  “Just a minute…,” a mellow voice called from inside.

  Gregory waited, soaking in the winter sunshine. The snow had melted, with only the piled areas remaining. He turned back to the door as it opened.

  “Gregory?”

  “Rhys?” Gregory asked. Damn, now he was even more off-balance, and his nerves shot through the roof. It wasn’t every day that you stood face-to-face with the guy you’d dated for two weeks and fallen in love with even though you knew you shouldn’t. “My God. I…. A friend of mine recommended you because I needed some special baking for a party.” He shifted from foot to foot. “Maybe this is a bad idea.”

  “Nonsense,” Rhys Denning said with a smile that seemed genuine. “Come on in.” He stepped back, and Gregory went inside. The Christmas tree was already up in the living room, the lights on and twinkling. The house smelled like the holidays in every sense of the word—cinnamon, maybe cloves, a touch of chocolate. “What can I do for you?”

  Gregory pulled his attention away from the decorations and the heavenly scent. “I’m sorry, I….”

  “Is this because of what happened when we dated?” Rhys motioned to the sofa, and Gregory took a few steps and sat down. What the hell?
What did he have to lose but his dignity?

  “I guess. I mean, things were going well, and then….” He sighed and shrugged. “I guess things didn’t work out.” Even though Gregory had certainly wished they had.

  “That was a long time ago, and I hate to say it, but I was an ass back then. You didn’t do anything wrong. It was just one of those stupid timing things. I had broken up with a boyfriend I’d been with for two years, and he returned and said he wanted to try again. I was stupid enough to believe him and give him a chance. I should have told him to take a hike and seen where things went with you. It was always one of the things I regretted.” Rhys sat back. “I really am sorry for what happened then. You deserved better than that.”

  Gregory wanted to put his fingers in his ears to clear them out to make sure he had heard right. “You did? You are?”

  “Yes.” Rhys smiled. “Now, does that help clear the air? I should have looked you up after that, but I was too embarrassed and I figured you would have found someone else. I didn’t want to mess things up for you the way Hector had for me.”

  It surprised Gregory how open and forthright Rhys was. He wasn’t really used to that. Gregory had been raised by parents and then a sister where he needed to peel the onion layer by layer in order to see what was on the inside. Just putting things out there wasn’t in his family makeup. Gregory was actually wondering if Rhys was telling the truth or if he had some other motivation, when he stopped and smiled.

  “It does, thank you,” he said rather softly as he realized that Rhys didn’t really owe him anything, and that his explanation was open and seemed freely given, judging by his expression and the shine in his blue eyes.

  “Anyway.” Rhys put his hands on his knees with a light slap that sent up a small cloud of flour from his dusty clothes. “What is it that I can do for you?”

  “Well….” Gregory opened the folder and pulled out… the list. Over the last two days, it had taken on an ominous connotation in his mind. “My sister, Annalise, is pregnant and confined to bed rest. We were afraid she was going to need to be hospitalized, but she’s doing better now.” That was a relief. “Her best friend is getting married, and Annalise promised to be matron of honor and to plan the bachelorette party. And now she’s asked me to step in because she can’t.” He sighed. “Plan the party, I mean, not be matron of honor.” He snickered at the idea.