“I have to get this inside, but I am more than happy to continue this after I do inventory tonight at the café.”
Groaning, I rest my forehead against hers. “I appreciate your willingness to help everyone, but I have needs, too, baby. And I really, really need you.”
“And you’ll have me. Tonight. I promise.”
“Okay, as long as you promise,” I say and move to let her pull out the two boxes. “What did you make?”
“You’ll have to wait and see. Can you take the top box?”
Taking both, I wink. “I’ll takebothboxes.”
She knocks and walks into the house, and Bernie bounces on the balls of her feet as we enter. “You’re here!”
“What’s in the boxes?” Zep asks, nodding his head. “Something for me? Tell me it’s something for me.”
“It’s for Misty,” Phoebe says. “Bernie had an idea, and we worked on this together.”
Misty’s eyes widen as I set the boxes on the table. Phoebe opens one to show a box full of cupcakes that smell amazingly delicious.
“Okay, so we did two different options, and you can tell us which one is better,” Phoebe says, opening the second box. “Pretty similar but slightly different.”
There is zero hesitation as Misty shoves the first cupcake into her mouth. “Ith thith peanut buttah and banana with choc-late?”
“That’s been her insatiable craving,” Zep says.
Misty moans and grabs the second cupcake, moaning again as though she’s having some type of sexual experience. Which has an effect on Zep as he shifts his jeans.
“These are ah-ma-zing!” Misty cries. “I love them both!”
“You don’t like one more than the other?” Phoebe asks, the brightest smile on her face.
Shaking her head, Misty grabs for a third. “Seriously, I love you. And please don’t ever stop bringing these to me.”
Bernie and Phoebe give each other a high five. “Thank Bernie. It was her idea.”
“I want to be left alone with the rest of these. Oh my God, you guys have to try one. But only one!” Misty says.
Both Zep and I grab one from a different box, and I bite into it. Zep moans just like Misty did, and I have to agree. It’s almost as good as sex.
Almost.
“Banana cake, and one has a chocolate ganache filling with peanut butter frosting, and the other has a peanut butter filling with a chocolate frosting,” Phoebe says.
“Pacino, don’t kill me, but Phoebe, will you marry me?” Zep asks.
“I’m not even mad,” Misty says, polishing off a fourth. “If you marry him, I’ll have a live-in baker.”
I’m not as entertained, however. “Yeah, that’s a no.”
“Hey, she can answer for herself,” Misty says.
Laughing, Phoebe moves toward me. “Sorry, guys, I’m kind of attached to Tucker.”
“Better be,” I growl, pulling her against my side.
Zep holds up a hand. “I have a serious question. How are you so thin? Like, you shouldn’t bake this good.”
I’m about to punch him when Phoebe laughs. “I make it, but I don’t eat a lot of it, I guess.”
