I see his lips curl into a smile and my gaze bounces up to his eyes.
He’s watching me watch him.
That last lick was all for my benefit.
He gives me a wink, as if he knows what I’m thinking about. Then he licks his finger again. I shift on my seat. He knows exactly what I’m thinking about.
“You wanna go to your room?” he asks.
“Yes,” I tell him honestly. It wouldn’t take him more than a few minutes to…
Frannie snaps her fingers and points at us. “No. You’re going to sit there like two normal people and eat breakfast.”
I look around the table. Everyone caught our little exchange.
“We are two normal people,” I protest with a laugh.
“No, you’re two very hot people who are banging each other’s brains out,” she says with a frown.
Cas laughs. “Having hot, amazing sex isn’t normal?”
Frannie sighs. “Not for all of us.”
Fiona shakes her head and looks at me. “You’re going to sit there like you’re a lonely, single person who hasn’t had sex in too many months to count. Like the other two women at this table.”
I laugh. Until a week ago, I was definitely one of them.
“Aw, Fi,” James says. “That’s sad. You’re too awesome to not be having hot, amazing sex.” He looks at Frannie. “You both are.”
Fiona nods. “I agree. But we work a lot and this is Honeysuckle Harbor. The options are few. There are a lot of tourists, but that can be a crapshoot.”
“And kind of dangerous,” Cas inserts. “You shouldn’t be going home with or bringing home a bunch of strangers traveling through town.”
Fiona leans in. “One. I only needone. I don’t need a harem likesomepeople.” She glances at me.
Cas laughs. “It only takesoneserial killer to be a problem.”
Fiona sighs. “I know. That’s exactly it.” She looks at her sister. “We don’t all get lucky enough to find hot, grumpy FBI agents who are very interested in our…pastries.”
Cas looks at Frannie, eyebrows up. “Oh? Tell us more.”
Frannie shakes her head. “There’s nothing to tell.”
But we’re all watching her with interest.
She rolls her eyes. “So Ford’s wife, Ivy, well, before she was his wife, was engaged to Brad Richardson. Do you remember him?” she asks James.
He nods. “I know who he is.”
“So they were engaged, Brad got into some trouble, he bought a house here and gave it to Ivy, the Feds were investigating him so they came here to question Ivy, yada, yada, yada, Hunter came in for dinner a few times and…” She shrugs, and blushes. “He likes my desserts.”
“I’ll bet he does,” Cas says.
“Not like that.” Frannie shakes her head. “Iwish. He hasn’t asked me out or anything. He’s kind of…”
“Gorgeous. Sexy. Big. Broody. Sexy. Intense. Sexy,” Fiona offers.
“Quiet,” Frannie finally says.
