WE LOVE YOU, SHAY!!
“It’s her. She’s here. It’s her.” I’m not sure if I’m saying it for them or for me.
She appears in the doorway. Jeans molded to her hips, and one corner of her T-shirt tucked into her waistband. Coffee in one hand and sunglasses pushed up in her hair.
My chest actually tightens.
Then her gaze drags slowly down my body—slow, shameless, appreciative.
I forget what I'm doing.
What day it is.
My own name.
Then I remember the live and snap my fingers. “Right. Okay. Focus. I started the live.”
She steps in, a little pout, arms crossed. “You started without me?” She’s mock-scolding, but her smile gives her away.
“Yes, but I had a good reason.” I open the fridge.
“We’ll see about that.” She steps in front of the cameras. “Hey, everyone. Tell me what he’s done.” She leans in to read the comments. “Zoe says you started baking right after I left.”
“Stop reading those.” I fill the piping bag with pink whipped cream.
“Jaclyn says you turned around again and flashed your ass.” She flashes me a smile over her shoulder.
“By accident.”
“Uh-huh.” She turns back to the screen.
“Stop reading those.”
“Nettie asked you to do it again.”
“Come now, Nettie,” I grumble. “I’m a taken man.”
Shay leans in closer. “Don’t you worry, Nettie,” she whispers, but not quite enough; I don’t hear. “I got you.”
Good Lord, she’s worse than they are.
“Zara says you have an announcement. And cupcakes were needed.”
I grab her arms and pull her away from the screen to face me.
“Hold this.” I hand her the cupcake. “Wow, ladies. Whose side are you on?”
“They’re on mine.” Shay smiles, and I kiss her lips.
“I know.” I clap my hands. “Alright. Announcement. Surprise. Before we do that, you have to taste my Red Velvet Whipped Tease.”
“Whipped tease? I like the sound of this.”
Her eyes widen as I swirl the whipped cream on the top.
“There better be a beater for me to lick after this.”
Jesus. She’s trying to kill me on my own live.
