“You said the highest security system for the bakery, right?” Tucker asks.
My stomach churns. “Yeah.”
“What’s wrong?”
Closing the oven door, I lean on the island again. “Can I be honest?”
“I’d prefer it.”
“I don’t know how I’m going to come up with the money to pay for it.”
God, that sounds so negative. I’m not normally in that mindset. I’m a glass-half-full type of gal.
“Phoebe—”
“You know what? I’ll figure it out. If I have to move some stuff around, I’ll make it happen. You really can’t put a price on safety, right?”
That makes me laugh, and I cover my mouth as I giggle. Tucker leans back, and he looks frightened.
“What’s so funny?”
“Can’t put a price on safety?” I ask between fits of laughter.
He frowns. “I don’t get it.”
“You do.”
“I do what?”
“Put a price on safety.”
His eyes glance around the kitchen. “I still don’t get it.”
Wiping my eyes, I take a few deep breaths to calm myself down. “You own a security system. You charge amounts for those systems.”
“So I put a price on safety,” he says.
My mouth drops open when he smiles. Tucker actually smiled.
“What?”
“Your mouth is doing something weird.”
The smile turns into his normal frown. “It is?”
“Yeah, I think it was a… smirk.”
Snorting, he rolls his eyes. “I do smile.”
“Really? When?”
“Usually when I’m about to win a fight.”
“Never been in one,” I say, turning to check on the oven.
“Doesn’t really surprise me.”
I can’t believe I made him smile. It feels like I won the lottery. Like I can do anything in this world now.
