“Alright, alright. Let’s get started.”
“Wait. I need to snap a picture to post.”
“Right.” Cash clears his throat. “Good idea.”
Those corners of his mouth pull into a small smile.
“Now, we need to follow the instructions closely.”
I already have all the ingredients laid out. I step up next to Cash, the two of us moving things around.
“So why are we making cookies?”
I hand him a measuring cup. “Tomorrow is Claire’s birthday, so we’re having a small potluck at lunch.”
“That’s nice of you.”
“And nice you’re volunteering to help.”
“I might not be much help with cooking. I never did much of it.”
“Too busy with hockey?”
“Yeah.”
The way Cash says it has me thinking he’s not telling me the whole truth. But I’ll let him slide tonight.
“My mom and I did a lot of baking when I was growing up. She loved being the team mom for Noah’s hockey team, so I got to help with the cookies.”
“That sounds nice.”
Cash focuses on measuring out the sugar. His tongue peeks out from his lips, and I can’t help but snap another photo.
“What?” he asks, looking up.
“Nothing. You look cute.”
“I’m not cute,” he grumbles.
“Oh yeah? Then what are you?”
I hop up onto the counter and grab the tub of flour.
“Puck is cute. I’m a sex god.”
I burst out laughing, covering my mouth with my hand to try and rein it back in.
“A sex god?”
“Why are you laughing?” Cash throws the spoon down on the counter.
“You went from cute to sex god on quite a leap there, sex god.”
“I can’t have you thinking I’m cute.”
I bite my lip to keep my words from spilling out. That he’s way more than cute. I don’t know if he’s a sex god, but I’d like to see his moves in action.
I don’t tell him that though.
