your hands off my cupcakes.” Lara tipped the
wooden spatula up toward the guy leering at
her over her booth at the bridal expo. It
might not be a big weapon, but a quick slap
could sting, and Mr. Drunken Father of A Bride
looked like he could use a slap or two.
when he leered at her. “Baby, I’m not
anywhere near your cupcakes, but if you lean a
little closer, I’ll be happy to oblige.”
snorted. That had to be one of the worst
pickup lines she’d ever heard.
flicked the spatula under the two cupcakes
he’d squashed. The Romeo and Juliet models.
Damn. Those were some of her most intricate
designs and always impressed the clientele.
Dad didn’t stop. “How about you and I
getting together later on over drinks and
discuss your… cupcakes?”
about we don’t?”
Dad blinked. “Aw, now that’s not nice.”
He walked to the end of the booth and picked
up a spun sugar butterfly. “Like this one,
for instance. I bet this tastes really good on
would never look at those butterflies the same
took it out of his hand.
that put her close enough for him to grab hold
of her. And he did, clamping a sweaty hand
around her wrist.
on, baby, it’s a party weekend. All this
love and sex in the air. Surely you feel
I feel is you crossing a line, mister.” She
set the cupcake down and tried to pry his
fingers away. Especially the pinky. If she
could bend it back far enough—
dragged her to him, slobbering a kiss on her
lips and a meaty paw on her breast.
reared back. “Get off me—”
went flying backward.
lady said to leave her alone.”
guy in tight jeans, a cowboy hat, and a shirt
opened to his waist stood there, muscles
jacked, his breathing ratcheted up, looking
like a hero straight out of a romance novel.
Dad tried to scramble to his feet. “What the
hell was that? I’ll sue your ass—”
it, dickwad, and pray the lady isn’t going
to press charges for assault.”
sobered the guy up.
Lara was stuck on the six-pack right there on
display beneath her rescuer’s open shirt.
here, sweetheart.” Cowboy dude flicked his
fingers by his waist at her.
God, he’d caught her staring. And that full
out grin he had going said he knew just what
she’d been looking at, and
that he liked her looking.
could feel the blush flaming up her cheeks.
smiled and tipped the brim of his hat, then
turned around to help the drunken asshole off
the man had one fine backside. Just like Mr.
Bare Naked Ass from the hotel two weeks ago.
shook her head. She was insane. Mr. B.N.A.’s
ass had been naked; this guy’s was covered.
No similarity whatsoever. Well, other than the
fact that they were both perfectly formed and
she wouldn’t mind getting her hands on all
got a keeper around here or should I turn you
over to security?” Cowboy wrenched the
good. I got a wife.”
lady.” Cowboy waggled his eyebrows at Lara.
“How about you go find her and never come
back? If I see you here again, I won’t go as
easy on you as I did this time. Do I make
Guy ran a hand through his comb-over.
Now get out of here.”
tried to regain her composure as Cowboy
sauntered up to her booth. And saunter he did,
all hip rolling, boot scuffling sexiness.
you doin’, Cupcake?”
my. From him, that pick-up line worked.
Definitely all in the delivery.
just wished she were immune. Jeff had done a
number on her trust when it came to any guy,
but especially dreamy ones.
this one, with golden blond hair and startling
blue eyes, was definitely what dreams were
no. No more dreaming. No more guys. Focus on
her career. That was what she had to count on
now, not some guy’s fickle libido. “I’ve
heard that one before.”
looked her up and down and Lara felt the heat
as if he’d used a blow torch.
bet you have. How about the one about finding
out if you’re good enough to lick?”
was going to melt right in this spot. “Um,
yeah. Heard that one, too.” But never like that.
He was the first guy she actually thought
about letting find out the answer.
all of about two seconds. A guy like him would
never be interested in her for anything more
than a one-nighter—and the one she’d had
had convinced her she wasn’t cut out for any
then, I’ll have to think hard to come up
with something new.”
couldn’t help it; her eyes flickered to his
back to his face when he chuckled.
just let the convention center floor open up
and swallow her now.
she was not going to think about anything to
do with Cowboy and swallowing.
Cowboy stuck out his hand. “Hi. It’s Gage.
surreptitiously wiped her sweaty
palm—completely Cowboy’s, er, Gage’s
fault, by the way—on her thigh. “Lara.
Cavallo. Thank you for taking care of him.”
it was sexy when he affected that accent and
tipped his hat. Lara was totally getting the
you like a cupcake? I mean—”She really
wouldn’t mind the floor opening up right
now—“as a thank you.”
smile was devastating. So was that dimple in
his cheek. “I absolutely would like a
cupcake. Maybe two?”
were talking about sugar and cake Cups &
sure. You can have two. Take your, uh,
pick.” Any day now…
Big ol’ crack in the floor. It’d do
wonders for her embarrassment.
took his time, staring at each one of her
cupcakes. The ones on the table, that is. An
inordinately long amount of time.
enough that he attracted the attention of more
than a few women. Who all started making
suggestions as to which cupcakes he ought to
never had better advertising, but the winks he
kept shooting her way whenever someone asked
him what kind of cupcakes he liked were way
was she? Hunka Hunka Cowboy didn’t seem to
quickly handed out her take-away brochures and
sample bites of the different cakes, gathering
a bunch of business cards, while Cowboy worked
Wonder what other kind of
magic he can work?
caught her staring at him, but aside from a
glimmer of a smile, all he did was tip his
ma’am. I thank you for the offer, but seems
to me you’re going to need all the cupcakes
you have. I’ll just wait and see what’s
left when we’re done here. Okay with you?”
nodded, but if he kept looking at her like
that, she wasn’t going to have much of
anything left: composure, sanity, strength in
then. You let me know when you’re free.
I’m at booth 263.”
nodded as he turned and walked away.
the guy filled out those jeans like nobody’s
she wouldn’t mind making it hers.