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Evelyn

@BigDix.69 mmm...you make tacos sexy.

And damn if he doesn’t.I giggle as I post the comment under Atticus Dixon’s picture of himself eating a pile of tacos. I never thought I’d be jealous of a taco, but here I am. Lately, leaving him sexual innuendos has become my favorite pastime.

“Ev, what are you doing? We need to load this cake. We need to deliver it in an hour.”

Sighing, I put away my dream world for reality. Not that my reality is terrible; no, it isn’t at all. Running a bakery—Everything is Better with Cream, with one of my best friends, Jen, is my dream job. Plus, I have amazing friends, Glory and Christina. But then there’s my dream world, where Atticus Dixon knows my name and loves me.

A girl’s gotta have dreams.

The bell over the front door jingles, and I look up to see Christina and her new beau, Rimmington Banks, slide in. They’ve been inseparable ever since that night at the game a few months ago when Rim asked her to be his girlfriend. I was lucky enough to be there to witness it. Rim went big. It was so sweet and so romantic.

They make me sick. Not really. I might be a bit jealous.

Don’t get me wrong; Ti deserves the damn world, and that man beside her will give it to her. I’m just bitter I can’t even land a decent date. Being single in this day and age is rough.

And all the single ladies say A-men.

“Hey, girlies. Whatcha doing?” Christina blinds us with her smile. Happiness suits her.

“I think the better question is, what have you been doing?”

Wide, guilty eyes meet mine. Beside Christina, Rim grins as he picks a leaf from her hair.

“Shit. Um, how’d that get there?” Christina giggles nervously.

I just laugh. These two can’t keep their hands off each other.

“My wife is randy all the time. You should see some of the places we’ve tarnished.” Rim’s grin is brilliant. Clearly, he’s proud of himself.

Christina swats Rim’s arm. “Oh, my god! Rim, you’re disgusting!”

She doesn’t think that at all. Ah, young love. Wonder what that’s like?

“We came to see if you ladies wanted to cater a party we’re having at our house tomorrow night.”

“Hold up.” I place my hand midair between us, cutting off any further conversation. “You’re having a party and didn’t even invite me? What the hell, Ti? Seriously, what the hell? You have some rich, monster-cock-toting husband, and suddenly I’m nothing? I’m no one?”

“Of course, I would invite you”—Christina shakes her head and laughs— “but it’s a work party. It’s for Rim’s football team. It’s a party to kick off the season. He was having it at Fountain Blue, but a water main broke last night and the entire restaurant is flooded.”

Rim owns the Tennessee Mountaineers, currently the only undefeated team in the league. Coincidentally, the team one Atticus Dixon plays on.

“Only if I finally get to meet my husband.” I waggle my eyebrows suggestively.

Rim scowls and points at me. “Don’t make me ban you from the party, Evelyn. You cannot sexually harass my players.”

I place my hand over my heart, mouth agape in mock offense. I’m really not because Rim isn’t wrong. “Rim, I would never! I am a consummate professional. I’m as pure as fresh snow.”

A scoff sounds from behind me. I turn to see Jen carrying two cakes across the kitchen.

“Pure, my ass. We have to finish this cake. It has to be delivered in an hour. Less daydreaming, more working.”

I crook my thumb over my shoulder, bringing my other hand to cup my mouth before I mock whisper. “This one is in a whole mood. I think Miss Jen needs some vitamin D. Know what I mean?”

Rim and Ti laugh—because I am hilarious, obviously. Jen, well, she throws a pastry bag at my back.

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