Page 121 of Wrong Pucking Player

“And I was sick the next day,” he grunts. “Sweet as fuck.”

“How did you get this, though?” I don’t understand. “The bakery closed long ago.”

He shrugs like it’s no big deal but keeps eye contact with me.

“I kept in contact with the baker and their family. Winchester always used them and would make me order and pick up shit when he was craving certain cakes and desserts only their bakery made. They closed down their Strattonville location to make a bigger location in Toronto, NYC, and I think Vancouver now,” he reveals.

“When I found out you were going to do your internship here, I figured you’d miss the sweet shit. I asked if they could bring some to the bakery in Strattonville Stadium. They agreed since the bakery wanted a bunch of new flavors in prep for the multiple games and other sports that will be played here. I asked if they could deliver it with a variation of new foods they’re going to serve at the stadium this Friday.”

I’m shocked by his consideration.

The fact he went over and beyond for something so… little?

“But… how about if you weren’t going to deliver it to me?”

What if we hadn’t been together earlier? How would he have gotten it to me?

“I always know how to find out, Andrews,” he admits without batting an eye. “If I wanted this cake to get to you, it would, no matter the circumstances.”

Now, I’m blinking my eyes to fight my tears.

“Dammit, Armani. You can’t make me cry!” I hit his chest but end up hugging him tightly. “Thank you!”

He stiffens at my abrupt hug but soon relaxes.

“It’s not that big of a deal,” he grumbles. “It’s just fast food. Cheap and not really filling.”

“Who cares about the price,” I emphasize and lean back to give him the biggest smile. “It’s the thought that counts. The fact you even remembered something from nine years ago is amazing to me.” I watch as his cheeks begin to redden, and he finally looks away.

“You praising me is weird, Andrews.”

I smile even bigger.

“You giving me my favorite dessert ever is weird, Armani.”

He meets my gaze and smirks.

We share a look before he points to my dessert.

“Better eat it while it’s cold.”

“Oh! Right!” I’m already pulling back a stool before there’s a knock on the door. “Oh. Coming!” I call out and walk away from the island toward the door. I don’t know what makes me glance to my left, but I do in time to see Wyatt’s expression.

His expression is consumed by fear.

It’s enough to make me stop in my tracks as I look confusingly back at him.

“Wyatt?” I catch his attention, his fearsome expression fading away in an instant as a blank one covers it up a second later. “You oka—”

My words are cut off because I’m now drenched in water that’s pouring on me like a flowing river.

“Shit!” Wyatt curses.

“Kenzie!”

My front door quickly opens, and I hear Leo cursing.

“Fuck! Oliver! Shut the box off!”

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