Page 39 of Fangs and Fudge

“You better savor every bite of that,” I said.

She grinned at me. “Hurry up and do your hair. If you’re fast enough, there might be some left.”

I had my hair dried and styled in ten minutes. It wasn’t fast enough, though. Making a face at her, I fixed myself a quick sandwich and joined her on the couch with my bakery notebooks while she watched The Other House reruns.

“Knowing what I know now makes this less enjoyable,” she said.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, look at the way he looks at her. It used to be funny. Now I just feel bad. I mean, we know how much he likes her now, you know?”

“You’re thinking of how much Anchor likes you.”

She nodded. “I have so many regrets. I should have rocked his world while I had the chance. His howl could have rattled windows, I bet.”

“You have once again crossed the TMI line.”

She latched onto my arm so tightly that I felt the knife she had hidden in her modest cleavage.

“There’s no such thing as too much with me, lover,” she said with a sultry purr.

“I have regrets, too. I should have let you have your way with Anchor. You’re obviously overdue. Now, let go so we can get to work. And you can’t just live on cake. I know; I’ve tried. You should make yourself a sandwich.”

She pouted at me. “But they don’t taste good when I make them.”

Rolling my eyes, I went to the kitchen to fix her a sandwich.

“I really need a day where we’re not running around before a shift so I can work on my recipes,” I said as I worked.

“You still want to open a shop?” she asked. “Being a business owner doesn’t seem any more sedate than a treasure hunter.”

“You might have a point there. Won’t know until I try, though, right?”

She made grabby hands as soon as I finished and happily followed me out the door to the car.

“Do you think Doc will couch surf again tonight?” she asked as I drove to work.

“Why? Do you want someone else? And no, I’m not talking about Anchor.”

“No, Doc’s fine. I just don’t want MC. He seems nice and everything, but he’s coming off a little too intense for me.”

“Pfft. Says the girl who’s been pushing me at Shepard because of his intensity.”

“Completely different vibes,” she said, stuffing the last bite of her sandwich into her mouth.

“Shepard knows we prefer someone we’re familiar with. He won’t send MC.”

Yet, a small part of me worried that was the reason Shepard called me in. Was he upset that Doc hadn’t managed to sleep at all? Was he upset that I’d noticed how many guards he’d put around the house?

For Vena’s sake and my sanity, I really hoped he didn’t switch things up.

CHAPTER SEVEN

“You’re tapping the steering wheel,” Vena said. “What’s on your mind?”

“I just wish I knew what Shepard wanted to talk about.”

“He probably figured out how much of a distraction I am to his men and is going to fire me. If he does, I’m totally taking up Cross on misogynistic pin money.”

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