The bell above the door chimes, and I glance up just in time to see Tyler’s truck speeding away.
Angie’s shoulders shake as she dissolves into a fit of laughter. “That was too good. Did you see the look on his face?”
I smile, but inside I’m dying to know what he said to her.
Before I can ask, Rosie comes through the swinging doors and sets a plate down on the long counter. “You must be hungry after that performance.”
Angie beams at her and slides onto the stool. “Should’ve known you were listening in, Nosy Rosie.”
“Hard to miss, doll.” She turns her attention to me. “Can I get you anything? Pie? Soda? Ice to put out the fire in your pants.”
“Rosie!” Angie squeals with a fry halfway to her mouth.
Rosie fans her face with a napkin. “I might be old, but I saw that kiss.”
I chuckle and take the stool next to Angelina. “Pie sounds good. Whatdaya got?”
“Lemon meringue, pecan, and cherry. But if you wait about five minutes, I’ll have apple fresh out of the oven.”
“Apple sounds good. Can I get that with vanilla ice cream?”
“You got it.” Rosie winks and disappears into the kitchen.
After a long pause, I ask, “What’d Tyler want?”
Angie swirls a fry in a dollop of ketchup. “Nothing important.”
“Then why did it look like you were ready to knee him in the balls?”
She stares down at her plate, gaze unfocused. “He wanted to talk. Said he’s sorry and he made a mistake.”
“A mistake?” I scoff. “A mistake is locking your keys in the car, not flying your fiancée all the way to Vegas, then deciding to dump her right before thewedding.”
She holds out her hand, palm up, and nods once. “That’s what I said.”
“Looked like you said a whole lot more than that from where I was standing.”
Rosie sets a steaming piece of pie in front of me with a scoop of vanilla ice cream. “She told that boy he lost the best thing that’s ever happened to him, then she told him about your wedding night and just how much fun you two had on the balcony.”
I’ve never been more grateful for Rosie’s lack of discretion.
Angie keeps her attention trained on her plate, and a wide smile breaks across my face. I brush the hair away from her ear and lean in close. “I knew you remembered.”
Angelina
Emboldened by his proximity and the rough edge to his voice, I turn my head, my nose brushing against his. “Hard to forget it.”
He lets out a low groan and says, “That’s my girl.”
I try to hide how his words affect me, but it’s impossible to ignore the sudden pulsing between my thighs. Griffin turns back to his dessert like he didn’t disintegrate my panties with three simple words.
I catch a whiff of warm apple pie, and my mouth waters. He breaks off a piece with the side of his fork and brings it to his mouth. His lips wrap around the tines. It’s sensual in a way I hadn’t expected, and my thoughts trail back to the feel of his lips on my body.
He catches me staring and breaks off another piece, only this time he holds up the fork between us. “You keep looking at me like that, I’ll be having you for dessert right here in front of everyone.”
I close my mouth around the fork and let out a quiet hum, my eyes drift shut on instinct.
“Jesus,” he mutters. “You’re trying to kill me.”
