“I’m sorry Ian couldn’t be here.” Brooke wrinkled her nose. “But I’m always up for cake.” She flashed her an enthusiastic grin.
Aubrey waved it off. “Ian doesn’t care what we get, which is why I needed your opinion.”
“I’m in.” She removed her jacket and placed it on the back of her chair. “Plus, I’m starving so bring it on.”
The baker appeared from the back of the store with two plates with small slivers of cake in various types. “Here we are.” They placed them on the table in front of each of them. Then they pointed out each type and the ingredients. “I’ll give you afew minutes to try them. If you can’t decide on one flavor, we can do a different cake for each layer of the cake.”
The baker returned to behind the glass cake display.
Brooke scooted the plate closer to her and cut into the first sliver of cake which looked like red velvet. “What did you pick for your last cake?” She tried the first bite and sighed as the moist texture of the cake touched her tongue.
“I think,” Aubrey nibbled on a bite, “Ian liked chocolate, and I liked the almond vanilla.”
“This red velvet,” Brooke shook her fork at it, “is out of this world good.” She dug in again and ate another bite.
“The one I’m eating is good, too,” Aubrey remarked.
A phone dinged. Brooke set her fork down and retrieved her phone from her pocket. A message from Logan displayed on the screen.
“It’s mine,” she announced with her eyes glued to the screen.
“Mm,” Aubrey said.
She tapped on the screen to read the entire message.
I can’t stop thinking about that kiss last night. I think that was the hottest kiss I’ve ever had in my life.
Her cheeks burned. Brooke used the back of her hand to cool them off one at a time. Then her finger whizzed across her phone.
Really? I thought it was okay.
She gnawed on a fingernail hoping he understood her flirting. Her stomach twisted as she watched the cursor dots on their text chain dance.
Okay? Ok. Fine, I guess I’ll have to kiss you again with the promise of improvement. I’m very good at receiving critical feedback.
A laugh escaped her. Fire mounted in her gut.
Uh, oh. That sounds almost like a dare.
Tell me where you’re at, and I’ll come kiss you senseless and bring my grade up from okay to fantastic.
“Who are you texting?” Aubrey’s voice interrupted her. “You can’t stop smiling so I’m guessing, Logan.”
“I’m not smiling, am I?” Brooke peered over at her.
“Like a fool.” Aubrey licked the frosting off her fork. “So, spill it.”
“We kissed.” Brooke shrugged then buried her head back down over her cell phone.
“What?” Aubrey shrieked. “And you didn’t text me last night with the details? Come on that’s what I live for.”
“It’s new. I don’t want to jinx it.” Then Brooke held up a finger. “Give me a second to text him back then I’ll spill.”
Brooke tapped out a message to Logan.
I’m tasting wedding cakes with Aubrey on the other side of the city. I probably won’t be home until later.
I don’t mind. Text me when you’re headed home. I’ll meet you at your place and bring dinner.
