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bicep. “Come on, you can’t resist these guns.”
    Mia laughed. “You already did great. I was very impressed.”
    That seemed to make him happy. His goofy grin widened even more. “Awesome.”
    “I’ll walk you out.”
    “Thanks so much,” he said as they reached the front door. “Do I, like, shake your hand or hug you?”
    Mia laughed. “I know what you mean. It’s an awkward situation.”
    Logan opened his arms and Mia folded into them, giggling again.
    “Nice meeting you, Mia.”
    “Same to you.” She opened the door and smiled. “Good-bye.”
    Mia headed to the kitchen for a bowl of ice cream and sat at her tiny table, opening the file folder for Logan. She pulled the evaluation sheet and transferred some of her notes. He was definitely outgoing and funny. He’d be great at the in-store appearances. He’d even hugged her. Women would love that.
    Peniswise, not as great as Ryan, but would the personality make up for it?
    She jotted a few more notes, but Bryn’s voice nagged at her conscience. Mia knew how important it was to get this just right. Was she screwing up by not screwing the interviewee? Yeah, Logan’s member looked nice and all, but what if it didn’t feel nice? She shoveled in another spoonful of ice cream.
    Hmm. This was going to be tougher than she thought. Especially since Ryan’s face kept popping into her brain. And she still had three more interviewees.
    SATURDAY AFTERNOON and the bakery was the last place Oliver wanted to be. It had been three days since meeting Mia and she was all he could think about. He’d thought of going to her apartment, but he didn’t want to scare her. It seemed a little stalkerlike. So instead he sat at the dingy bar both nights, hoping to see her. Yeah, that ’s far less creepy.
    He wasn’t sure what he was trying to accomplish. Maybe see her, talk to her. Catch her before she had sex with anyone else but him. Convince her he was the one for the job. But he didn’t really care about the job. This was completely insane.
    “Try this. It’s lemon chiffon with raspberry filling.”
    Oliver took the square inch sampling of cake and popped it into his mouth. “It’s okay.”
    “Another okay. Any chance you’ll actually take this seriously and give me some form of a response other than okay?” Alexiana crossed her arms and pressed them to her ridiculous implants, making them pop out even more.
    Who wears a shirt that low cut to a wedding-cake tasting?
    Alexiana Ryland did. Because Alexiana liked to show off. Alexiana needed all eyes and attention on her at all times. And when she wasn’t getting it, she let everyone know.
    She huffed and spun around. “Mommy, Ollie is being moody. We’ll have to pick a cake flavor without his approval. At this point, I don’t care if he has one bite of his own wedding cake.”
    Trust me, I won’t be eating any damn cake. Oliver would not be celebrating this marriage. He’d smile and do all the things a groom is supposed to do, but being happy about it? Nope. Wasn’t going to happen. He’d never wanted to marry her to begin with. Hell, a few months into dating her, he knew she wasn’t for him. But he stayed with her, and after one drunken night, he was backed into a corner. Sometimes things aren’t easy to get out of, not without pissing off family members and destroying reputations. In his high-society world, reputation was everything.
    He couldn’t care less about his own, but his father and his future in-laws would probably rather see him dead than sully their names.
    And he couldn’t upset his mother. Until the night with Mia, she’d been the only bright spot in his life, and disappointing her was something he vowed never to do. Especially since he didn’t have much time left to see her smile and make her proud of him.
    If only there were a way he could get out of it. But Alexiana would never let him call off the wedding. Maybe he could figure out a way to get her to leave him. It wasn’t hard to