“This?” He holds his hand up, pointing to it. “This old thing? Barely even noticed it’s there.”
The guy winks at me then smiles back at Noah. “It’s pretty. Almost as pretty as the man wearing it.”
“Oh. Oh, I like you.”
“Hey, Noah.” I try to get his attention.
“Yes, love?” He flutters his lashes at Ammon.
“This is Ammon. He’s a firefighter from Briarfield.”
Noah’s lip’s part. “A Fire Daddy! Sawyer, don’t fumble this. We need a fireman in our friend group.”
“Fire Daddy?” Ammon’s brows rise.
Noah then looks behind him, and I follow his line of sight to Jamie glaring at us. “Mm, that’s good stuff. I like when he gets all growly and jealous.” He spreads his fingers out flourishingly when he grabs his pen, then he wiggles them. “I’m in for a good night tonight.” I laugh. “Can I get you two anything?”
“Can I have more water?” he asks.
“Water’s fine for me too,” I say. “Do you need help with?—”
“Nope.” Noah cuts me off with a smirk. “You sit right there, Bakery Booty.”
Ammon’s brow cocks. “Bakery?—”
“Don’t ask.” I shake my head.
“Believe me...” Noah leans in. “The real pastries are right back there.” He winks.
“Oh my god, Noah. Go get us water.” Noah grins maniacally then turns to grab our waters.
“Bakery Booty?” I groan and he leans in. “I’m intrigued.”
Damn he’s handsome. And charming. And an actual real-life superhero.
I pull back, my face on fire. What’s wrong with me? A hot man is flirting with me. He’s nice and smells good and he’s also tall. I love tall men. I’m not short at five-nine, but there’s something about a tall guy I just love. Aiden is only inches taller than me, but he feels taller than that. Big. Overwhelming.
And off limits. Get it through your head.
“I’m definitely taking a slice of cheesecake home with me. I’m going to tell everyone back at the station about this place. Be ready. Firefighters can eat.” To my surprise people are also buying the desserts I made and put in the case.
I’m realizing now that I hadn’t expected anyone to turn up.
After months of low sales, this all feels so unreal.
“The lemon raspberry cheesecake is my favorite,” I say.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” The look he gives me is silly and a bit delirious. His dark eyes sparkle, going a bit hazy, dreamy as he leans in. I think he’s about to kiss me. Nerves spike through me. I can’t. I mean I?—
“Can I ask a question?” he says softly.
“Uh, um, yeah.” I clear my throat. “Yes. Ask away.”
He smiles softly. “Why is your cashier glaring a hole in my forehead?”
“What?” I turn around and yeah, there he is.
Glaring away.
