Flynn flashed a charming grin. “All good I’m sure.”
Garrett elbowed him. “Stop flirting.”
“The watermelon slices intrigue me.” Keaton glanced from the cookies to her. “May I?”
“Of course. They are free.” She handed him a coupon. “We have all our samples for sale in the bakery on First Avenue.”
Garrett surveyed the table. “I hope you saved me a slice of marionberry pie.”
She tried to act surprised. “Oh, was I supposed to?”
“Yes.” He looked around the booth. “Where is it?”
Taryn almost laughed. “You have a one-track mind.”
Flynn snickered. “She knows you well.”
She nodded. “And you didn’t say the magic words.”
Garrett scratched his cheek. “À la mode.”
Keaton shook his head. “That’s three words.”
“Oh, right.” Garrett winked at her. “Please.”
“Ignore Keaton or Garrett. They aren’t worth your time.” Flynn was model gorgeous with darker hair than his brother and lines at the corners of his eyes. “My lawyer brother told us your name, but I’m Doctor Flynn Andrews.”
Keaton scoffed. “Notice how he says doctor. I could do that with my PhD, but I don’t because it’s pretentious. I’m happy to spell that, Dr. Flynn, if it’s beyond your meager vocabulary.”
Garrett rolled his eyes before mouthing “I’m sorry” to her.
Poor Callie. She must have had a hard time with how competitive her three older brothers were. Taryn removed her disposable glove and extended her arm to Flynn. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“It’s a pleasure.” Flynn raised her hand to his mouth and kissed it. “You’re as sweet as the desserts you bake.”
“Mine,” Garrett growled.
Taryn bit back a laugh. She had no idea he was so possessive. But she kind of liked it.
Flynn side-eyed his brother. “Already?”
Garrett nodded once. “Should have arrived earlier, Doc.”
“Don’t mind my two older brothers.” Keaton was cute with a geek-nerd vibe. “You’re Callie’s friend who’s making the wedding cakes.”
“You mean, cake, Professor,” Flynn chided.
Keaton, who Callie called the brainy professor, was as attractive as Flynn, only not as handsome as Garrett. “Plural is correct. Your sister and Brandt ordered a three-tiered wedding cake and three groom cakes.”
Flynn rubbed his neck before grabbing a lemon bar. “That’s a lot of cake.”
Garrett feigned annoyance while motioning to Flynn. “See what Callie and I dealt with growing up.”
Taryn would play along. “I do. It must have been so difficult.”
“Hey. No fair. Garrett got a head start, making an impression.” Keaton took another cookie from a serving tray. “Give us time to catch up.”
“Callie’s in a class by herself and grew up fine.” Flynn pointed to Garrett. “Now this guy… Trust me, Taryn, I put him to shame.”
