Page 15 of Breathless With Her

Devin’s eyes widened a fraction, and he slid his hands out of his pockets.

“That’s fucking amazing,” he whispered. “It actually looks like the ocean.”

“They wanted an undersea sheet cake, so…I made it happen. The starfish and the little crab are my favorites.”

“It looks almost real, and yet, fun. Much like Greg and Laney.”

“They’re real and fun?” I asked, laughing.

“You know what I mean. They’re very responsible, do what they need to do, but they have a playful side.”

“You sure know a lot about them.”

“I’ve worked with Greg for a while now, and I’ve known Laney since Greg first started at the office. They’re good people.”

“They are. So, you’re a mailman?”

“I am a postal carrier, not a mailman.” He raised his chin a bit, even though I saw the laughter in his eyes.

“Well, I’m sorry. Although, I will be singingPlease Mr. Postmanuntil the end of time now.”

“I hate that song,” he grumbled, pulling out his wallet.

“How much do I owe you?”

“I already have a credit card on file. If you could just text Laney and let me know if using that’s okay, you can have the cake.”

“Sounds like a plan. It was good seeing you again, Erin. You look happier.”

I rolled my eyes, knowing my cheeks were red. “Well, considering you saw me at possibly my lowest ever, it’s good to know that I look happier.”

“Yeah, I’m not saying that the sequined dress wasn’t hot and all, but you look better with flour on your cheek, and laughter in your eyes.”

I raised my hand to wipe my face, knowing Zoey was just watching us, waiting as if she were stalking her prey. And I was the quarry she would eventually pounce on.

Great.

Laney texted Devin back quickly, saying that she loved it, and we settled the bill.

“It was good to see you, Erin. You, too, Zoey.”

“Oh, good. I’m glad you remembered I was here.”

“Shut up.” He growled, and I just smiled, clasping my hands in front of me. See? Everything was fine. This wasn’t awkward. Or weird. It was totally awkward and weird.

“I’ll see you around, Erin. Bye, Zoey.”

“You sure will,” Zoey said, and I just raised my hand to wave, not sure what to say. After all, there really wasn’t much to say at all.

So he left, and I did my best not to watch his ass as he walked away.

“You know his ass has always looked good in jeans. Just wait until you see him in shorts.”

I sputtered. “Shorts?”

“You know, the shorts that postal carriers wear. Ooh, sexy man.”

“He’s your friend’s older brother.”

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