Page 72 of Wild As Her

I blink. Wow. This is not who I was expecting Beau to be.

He wipes his hands on the dish towel and reaches out. “Hey, you must be Ollie’s sister.”

I shake his hand, eyeing the tray of fresh biscuits, jam, and cinnamon rolls he just set on the table. “Uh, yeah. Cami.”

“Beau Callahan. Resident firehouse cook, and apparently, part-time baker.”

I nod, still taking in the spread of baked goods. “Wait,youmade all this?”

He nods, smirking. “Yep. Grew up in a big family, cooking’s just second nature at this point.”

Ollie grins. “He feeds us like we’re a bunch of starving orphans.”

Beau shrugs. “I like feeding people. And y’all eat like you haven’t seen food in weeks.”

I cross my arms, staring at the biscuits. “You ever thought about baking for extra cash?”

Beau raises an eyebrow. “You offering?”

“I might be,” I say, glancing at the golden, flaky perfect looking biscuits. “I could use some extra hands at Steamy Sips, especially with myotherobligations right now.”

Ollie waggles his eyebrows. “Damn, Cami. You didn't even consider asking me for part time work.”

“Because you suck at baking,” I shoot back.

Ollie shrugs. “Fair.”

I turn back to Beau. “So, what do you think? You have your shifts here, but I could use someone part-time.”

Beau grins. “I’m in.”

Ollie gasps, dramatically clutching his chest. “That’s it? That’s all it takes?”

I grab a biscuit from the plate and take a bite. It’s perfect, soft, buttery, and flaky. “I mean, can you bake like this?”

Ollie glares. “No.”

“Then shut up.”

Beau chuckles, folding his arms. “I like her.”

Ollie rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, she grows on you. Like a fungus.”

I playfully kick him under the table.

We settle into the firehouse kitchen, eating biscuits and drinking coffee like we aren’t in the middle of a workday. Beau asks all about Steamy Sips, and I explain how I’m working out at the ranch temporarily, hence why I’m practically hiring on the spot.

Ollie, meanwhile, continues giving me hell. “So, are you gonna bring some muffins to theJessop Ranchnext?”

I scowl at him. “Why would I do that?”

Ollie smirks. “Oh, I don’t know, maybe because you’re contractually obligated to be there? Or maybe because you’re secretly obsessed with Jack?”

Beau looks between us, amused. “This sounds like a story.”

“There is no story,” I say quickly.

“There’sso muchstory,” Ollie corrects.

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