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I thought through his offer. We’d made a batch earlier this week, but I’d been holding off on making more. Nobody seemed all that interested.
“We have some left over from Monday,” I said. “I can’t promise how fresh they’ll be. I’ll give you one for free tomorrow morning.”
“Why wait?” He shrugged. “I could go for some dessert.”
Why did that sound flirtatious? In fact, everything he said was hitting me that way all of a sudden. It was the vibe between us.
“It’s on the food truck,” I said.
“And where’s that?”
“It’s parked at the bakery for the night.”
This was absurd. I had to talk him out of it.
“Do you have keys?” he asked.
There was my out. I’d just tell him I had no way to unlock it, and that would be that. We’d finish our dinner and go ourseparate ways, and he could try the sweetheart muffin in the morning.
The problem was, I didn’t want to go our separate ways. I wanted to spend more time with this guy. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to feel his hands on me. All over me. Removing my clothes, taking my nipple in his mouth as he ran his hand up my thigh. Making his way toward that part of me that I secretly touched when I was under the covers late at night…
Yeah, I could say I didn’t have keys, and since my sister was at the house, I couldn’t make a fresh batch of sweetheart muffins for him, either. He’d just have to wait until morning. But instead, a different response came out of my mouth. Words I wasn’t expecting to say.
“The keys are in my purse.” I gestured toward the handbag I’d hung on the back of my chair when I sat down.
“Perfect,” he said. “Let’s go make some magic happen.”
3
AIDEN
This wasn’t a scheme to get Tinley alone in the food truck.
I had to make that clear to myself because the old Aiden would have done exactly that. This was something more. I felt this magnetic pull toward her that was new to me. This feeling that I couldn’t let her out of my life even to go home and sleep.
And now she was standing at the counter next to the window where she worked just hours ago. Only tonight, instead of an apron and T-shirt, she was wearing a knee-length skirt and short-sleeved blouse that tried to hide her curves but failed miserably.
“Here they are.” Tinley lifted the box top and angled the muffins toward me.
From where I stood, I couldn’t see a darn thing. But that was a good excuse to move closer. Once I was within inches of her, though, her sweet scent overwhelmed my senses. Some sort of berry I couldn’t quite place. It made me want to lose myself in her—to pull her into my arms and taste first her mouth, then every other inch of body.
“Are you going to try one too?” I asked.
She turned to look at me. Up close, she was even more beautiful. I’d never seen a woman so beautiful, actually. What would she do if I leaned toward her? Would she meet me halfway or pull back?
“Why would I do that?” she asked.
I had to remind myself she wasn’t responding to my thought about kissing her. No, she was answering my question about trying one of her muffins.
“Isn’t that how it works?” I asked. “Both people have to take the love potion?”
I was being flirtatious again, and I was pretty sure she got that. But deep down, I was curious if her taking a bite of this love muffin would make her develop feelings for me.
No. There was no such thing as a love potion—in muffin form or otherwise. And I wouldn’t want there to be. Any feelings Tinley had for me should be natural. That was the only way.
“Just one person has to eat the muffin,” she said. “And it doesn’t mean that person will fall in love with the person who gave it to him.”
Him. As in…me? And she was the one handing that muffin over. She’d also baked it. She couldn’t convince me that after all that, I’d fall in love with someone else.
