Page 19 of Gorgeous

“Incoming,” Theo warns, but I don’t know what it means as Hayes wraps his hand around my wrist and guides my fingers past his lips.

And then he’s gone, leaving my fingers dangling awkwardly in the air.

“You’re getting on my nerves,” Cade growls at him, shoving a laughing Hayes away from the table.

“I just wanted to taste your favorite pie since you think so highly of it,” Hayes responds, but how he says it seems like code.

Cade lunges for Hayes but Theo steps in between them and adds fuel to Cade’s fire. “Better be careful, Jameson, or someone may sampleallof Breck’s pies. They’re looking mighty delicious tonight.” Theo licks his lips and Cade shoves him into the table, causing it to rattle the utensils.

“Don’t start with me, Von Bremen.”

Geez. Is the testosterone high in here or what?

“These look delicious, Breck. Can I have some of the strawberry one?” Anniston pushes through the three scowling men and grabs a plate. I wipe the remnants of the apple pie off my hands and cut her a small piece. “Oh no, cut me a big piece,” she says.

An amused noise escapes me. I can appreciate a fellow foodie, even though she’ll probablyrun it all off later.

“No problem.”

I add another slice, and she slides some of the pies over and takes a seat on the table. “Mmm…this is sooo good,” she drawls, grabbing the guys’ attention. “You can lick it off my finger, handsome.”

Theo rolls his eyes and Hayes only laughs.

“Another time, Commander. Your husband and I have to work together. I would hate to show him up with my oral skills and steal you away.” The three of them laugh, lightening the testosterone-fueled mood. I chance a look at Cade to see if he’s smiling, but he’s not. In fact, if looks could kill, he would incinerate me where I stand.

I scowl back at him, and he looks shocked for a second before he turns away.

Asshole.

What have I ever done to him except smile and try to make small talk?

“So, B…” Anniston starts and ignores Theo who whines about wanting to leave already. “Do you cook anything other than desserts?”

Cade makes a weird noise in his throat that I don’t understand.

“Uh, yeah. I do.”

Anniston turns around on the table, tugging her dress out of the way. “Really?”

I nod as someone approaches the table. “Can I get you anything?” I ask politely to the redhead who only has eyes on one thing and it isn’t my pies.

“No thanks,” she tells me, tugging one of Cade’s hands from his pocket. “Major Jameson owes me a dance.”

Cade grimaces but lets her pull him away from the table.

I hope she falls on her five-inch hooker heels and lands face first in cow shit. Not that there is cow shit, but since I’m wishing and all, may as well go for broke.

“Who invited that whore?”

“Theo,” Anniston scolds. “Nicole came with Lawson. She’s not hitting on Cade.”

Theo scoffs. “Sure she isn’t.”

I don’t know who this Nicole is, but I’m relieved to know she came here with a date and it wasn’t Cade. And the fact that Cade seems to be miserable on the dance floor makes me feel a little better, too.

Not that I have a right to be jealous, but hormones are a crazy thing.

“Back to what I was saying.” Anniston pulls my attention from Nicole and Cade. “Would you be interested in maybe staying at the house while Theo and I are away on our honeymoon and teaching the guys some cooking skills?”

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