Page 12 of One Sweet Match Up

“Thanks,” Donovan said, continuing to text.

“Everything okay?” Zoe slid back into the booth. “Is Abby upset that we’re here after hours?”

He looked up and flashed her a sly smile. “Not at all. She says that you should sit back, relax, and enjoy the best cake of your life.” He chuckled. “And that I can leave a ten-dollar bill on the counter to pay for it.”

Zoe dove her fork into the cake. The rich sugar and velvety cream cheese icing melted in her mouth. “She’s right. This might be the best ca—”

“Oh, this is interesting,” Donovan said, glancing down at his phone.

“Is it an update on the weather?”

“No, but I think I’ve found something for us to do to pass the time. Hold on.” He leaped

out of the booth and took off into the kitchen.

Something for us to do.What could he mean? Maybe Abby had told him where he’d find a pack of cards or a SCRABBLE set. “Just a warning,” she called out, “I’m a whiz at board games.”

She settled in her seat and took another bite of her cake. It was probably the wine influencing her thoughts, but she kind of liked the idea of spending the evening playing games and eating yummy desserts with Donovan. “That’s it. I have officially lost my sanity,” she said to herself while licking the frosting off her fork.

Less than a minute later, Donovan returned. “Ta-da.”

Zoe’s mouth dropped at the two items he waved in the air. “I thought those were locked in the safe.” Her gaze rested on the shimmering pink and blue spoons.

“I did too. Apparently, Abby forgot to lock it. She called it pregnancy brain.” Donovan walked over and handed her the pink spoon, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “Care to do some baking tonight?”

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“Absolutely not.” Zoe handed back the pink spoon. There was no way in hell she was going to agree to whatever Donovan suggested. “Please lock those up. The last thing I need to see is Will’s name again.”

“So, you haven’t kissed a guy since Will?” Donovan’s question had a healthy dose of amusement hanging on it.

“That’s none of your business.” She snatched the blue spoon from his hand, holding it up in front of her face. “Do you know how much headache you’ve given me?”

“I think we should try it.”

“Try what?”

He flipped the pink spoon in his hand, tapping the handle to her shoulder. “Conjuring up some magic. It’s going to be a long night.”

“Do you even know the spell?” She highly doubted it. When Adam had done the spell on her batter, he had chanted it in his head.

“Well, no, but we can improvise.” Donovan sauntered over to the bar, bent down, and came up with a pink mixing bowl, tapping the pink spoon on the bowl. “Abracadabra . . . show me my soul mate.”

Butterflies swarmed her belly, and she tugged down her sweater. Did Donovan want to know his soul mate?

She scoffed under her breath. “Did he even have one?”

“Now we need some ingredients. Right this way.” He gestured for her to join him.

Zoe gulped and slid out of the booth, following him into the kitchen. She glanced around, expecting it to be bigger, but it appeared to have all the necessities the bakery needed with a prep area, large refrigerator, and three ovens. She stood off to the side as Donovan disappeared behind a door, which Zoe assumed led to a pantry.

“Here take this.” He emerged and handed her an industrial-size canister of flour. “I’ll get some eggs out of the refrigerator and everything else we need. We’re going to make my ‘better than sex on a cold snowy night’ chocolate cupcakes.”

Zoe gulped, heat traveling through her. God. He could even make baking cupcakes sexy. Damn him. She tried to ignore her obvious attraction to him and stepped away, pretending to be interested in her surroundings. She moved over to a door that led to a small office.

Which probably contained the safe.

She entered the cramped space that held a desk and a loveseat sofa. The wall safe was wide open. Curiosity got the better of her—it always did—and she peered inside.

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