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“What’s in the bag?”
I removed the cardboard container and held it in my lap. “There’s this food truck.” I leaned toward Trish. “If I’m being honest, I think the woman who owns it has a thing for me.”
“Oh, you do?” she asked skeptically.
“Yeah.” I waved my hand in front of my face. “Anyway, she makes the best cake.”
“Just cake?”
“All I can think of.” I slid my finger under the tab and opened the box. Her nose wrinkled when she pouted. Bright Side was the cutest thing I’d ever seen.
“I thought it was just going to be you and me?” My dick twitched when that plump bottom lip poked out.
“Once you taste this cake, you’ll see why I have a thing for her too.” I shoved a bite of cake into her open mouth before she could respond.
She closed her eyes. Her throat worked, and I stifled a groan. I needed to kiss up that silky column, hear my name on her lips from just that simple pleasure.
“Andrew?”
I lifted my gaze up to her inquisitive one. “You like?”
“I see why you like her . . . and the cake.”
I winked at her. “Told you.”
“Sitting on random stoops seems to be our thing.”
“I guess it is.” I smiled to myself. We had a thing. That made me inordinately happy. “What else is our thing?”
“Plans for our dates getting blown to smithereens.”
“Hey now. Just because I forgot our dinner the first go—”
“Delores broke down,” she reminded me.
“What’s gone haywire on this date?” I asked, frowning. It had been pretty perfect in my opinion.
“Your friend interrupted.”
“Naturally. It’s bound to happen again.”
“This is a better spot for dessert than the kitchen.”
The woman surprised me at every turn. She made the best of any situation. “Hopefully, the neighbors won’t mind that we borrowed their steps.”
“What they don’t know . . .” She trailed off, and I found myself smiling.
“You’re fun.”
She started and gave me a strange look. “No one’s ever said that to me before.”
“They should have.” I fed her another bite of cake. “I consider myself a pretty happy guy, but I’m much more so when I’m with you.” Trish looked desperate to believe me. “You have an amazing attitude.”
Her eyes flicked past me. “Is that your friend?”
Patrick hopped out of a taxi and jogged up the front steps. He rang the bell with one hand and pounded on the door with the other.
“That would be him.”
