Page 23 of Raspberry Cake


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“Come in.” As the frosted glass swung open, he was met with that smile that made his heart stop. “Oh, hi there.”

“Hi.”Kitten.He smiled back at her. “Am I interrupting?”

“It’s welcomed.”

He closed the door behind himself and handed over the flowers. “Good. I was hoping to bring a smile to your face today.”

Smelling the flowers, she grinned up at him. “That you definitely did.”

“I wanted to see if you’re free on Saturday.”

“I am.”

“I’d like to take you to the carnival.”

“Will the answer determine if I get that second surprise you’re hiding behind your back.”

His lip quirked into a cheeky grin. “Maybe.”

“I would love to go with you.”

“Perfect.” He then handed over the cupcake, her eyes beaming when she realised it was one of Selene’s. “What time would you like me to pick you up? I don’t want to get in the way of your cats’ schedule,” he teased.

“Wise choice,” she laughed, indicating the seat behind her and holding up the cupcake. “If you have a little time to spare, I’ll share with you.”

“I do.”

“We could go in the afternoon and if you meet me at my place and let me drive us, we’ll get premium parking.” Her voice vibrated in a blessed hum as she took another bite of the cupcake.

“Only an idiot would say no to that.”

When the sweet treat was devoured, she cleaned her fingers and spoke again, offering him a napkin of his own. “So, you found a place?”

“Moved in this weekend.”

“Congratulations.”

“Don’t make me blush.”

She laughed and leaned back, her soft eyes sending a warm shudder down his spine. “It feels odd, doesn’t it? It did for me, at least.”

“It does, though I must say the comfort of a mattress makes up for it.”

“Don’t miss the couch?” she teased.

“Fuck no, I don’t think my back will ever be the same.”

“I’m happy for you. It’ll feel like yours soon enough.”

Could this woman be any sweeter? “Thank you.”

She scribbled something down on a sticky note and looking at it he saw her number and address. “What do I have to bring so your cats don’t shred me apart? Treats? Tuna?”

“You might not even see them. They’re a bit skittish.”

He folded the note before placing it in his wallet for safe keeping. “I don’t want to be on their bad side the second I step in.” Then he stood and smiled down at her. “I’ll see you Saturday.”

“I can’t wait.”