“I ain’t got no thing for that prudish bitch.”
“You could have fooled me.And besides, I reckon she’s not that prudish.She’s just saving herself for the right man.”
“Yeah, and who does that in this day and age?She’s a damn prude.”
“Nah, she’s not.When she was cleaning the clubhouse, she walked in on me riding one of the pussies, and she apologized and left.”
“Did Smokey ride your ass?”Big Dick asked.
“Hell, no.She didn’t even go to him.Once I finished, I went and found her, and yes, she was a little embarrassed but said it was my business.All she said was that she was sorry for walking in.”Brick shrugged.“She also looked at me.”He laughed.“She had the cutest flush on her face.”He let out a little whistle.“She’s a stunning woman, and I bet one day she is going to make a man damn lucky to have claimed her.Besides, there’s something different about her.”
Big Dick looked back toward the shop.“Different?”
“Yeah, since she got shot.You can’t tell me you don’t realize it?The smiles don’t quite reach her eyes.There’s a hesitation.Look, man, you’ve just got to be observant, but I figured that was what you were doing.”
“I’m not doing anything.”
“Then, you’re looking like a creep with the way you keep looking over at the bakery.You want to go and talk to her, go ahead and do that.”Brick shrugged.“No one is stopping you.”
He didn’t like that Brick had noticed the difference in Larissa.The Larissa he had known wouldn’t have taken a dare to kiss a stranger, yet she had done so.Also, she wouldn’t have drank tequila either.
Big Dick finished his burger and left his fries for Brick to finish.
“Don’t do anything you will regret,” Brick said to him.
All he wanted to do was slap him around the back of the head and tell him to shut the fuck up.Instead, he made his way out of the diner, as he’d already paid for his meal, and went straight across the street to the bakery.He wasn’t going to win this bet by keeping his distance.
Stepping into the shop, he was quickly surrounded by the smells of freshly baked cookies.His mother would usually bake some when she wanted to have atalkwith him.Her talks usually consisted of complaining about his life choices.She had a reason to hate everything he did.
Pushing those thoughts out of his mind, he instead focused on the woman who looked up and offered him a smile.He noticed it slipped slightly when she saw it was him.
“Hello,” she said.“Are you after a sweet treat?”
She had no idea what he was after.
“Yeah, but I don’t know what is good here.”
She giggled.“I can attest that pretty much everything is damn good here.”There was that pesky sweet smile he just couldn’t get enough of.“What would you like?”
“Who were the people that were in earlier?The little kid you cuddled?”
She frowned.“Why?”
“Just curious.”
“That is Dean Moseley and his daughter, Winnie.She’s an adorable little girl, and she has just gotten the all-clear from her cancer diagnosis.”
“Cancer?The girl looked like she was eight years old.”
Larissa nodded.“She is.Her diagnosis came when she was five.My dad and the church have been doing everything they could to help with funds, prayers, and just to be there.”
“Wow,” he said.“I had no idea.”
“She’s a good kid, strong, and resilient.”Larissa took a deep breath.“I spent a lot of time praying for her and with her.It has been a hard time for both of them.”
“I can imagine.Wait, are you talking about Dean Moseley whose wife ran off with some tourist who came through town?”
“Yep.The very same one.She divorced him not long after Winnie’s diagnosis.”
