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Penn cleaned up his dishes, setting out new things. A piping bag, a bucket of frosting.

I glanced at the label, to see the frosting was also vanilla.

I picked up my camera once more, watching as he separated the vanilla frosting into two separate bowls, coloring the one with red food coloring.

Snap! Click!

“I was thinking maybe since, uh, my parents are out of town, you could, you know, come over to my place and I couldmakedinner? Unless of course, you’d rather go somewhere, or?—”

My heart skipped a beat as I realized he was asking me over to his place.

On his terms.

And he wanted to make me dinner.

The excitement coursing through me was unimaginable.

I never said yes so fast in all my life.

Granted, I knew I still had lots of work to do on both his images and the wedding, but there was nothing I wanted to do more than spend time with Penn Baker.

“I’d like that,” I said as the oven timerwent off.

Penn tossed me some oven mitts, hitting me square in the chest.

“So bossy,” I said as I set my camera down, dressing my hands with the bright blue oven mitts.

Within seconds, Penn had the first two trays, and I had the rest, setting them down on the steel table in the center of the kitchen.

They smelled heavenly.

Once set, Penn pulled his mitts off and I did the same, following him as he loaded up his icing into piping bags.

“You said you wanted to help...”

I smiled at hiswhine. I swore there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for my little Cream Puff, if he asked so nicely.

Hell, who was I kidding?

I’d do anything for him if he looked at me with those pretty blue eyes and those perfect, kissable lips.

Penn tied off the end, and handed one to me.

“I’ll do these two, you do those two, okay?” he said, nodding to the trays in front of me.

“Yes, boss,” I teased him, watching the smile form on his face from mywords.

I watched Penn out of the corner of my eye, his focus on his cupcakes stern.

Unbreakable almost, which gave me an idea.

“Hey, Penn,” I called his attention and he looked up, and I squeezed a dab of icing right on his cute little nose.

“Gotcha,” I said with a grin.

Penn huffed as he swiped the frosting off his face. “Asshole,” he teased, but his voice was full and light.

“You just looked so serious,” I said, heading back to my cupcakes.

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