Page 15 of One Sweet Match Up

“What’s that?” Donovan’s lips turned up into a sexy grin.

Her knees wobbled, reacting to it. She leaned against the counter to steady them. “He has to like cats.”

“Seriously?”

“Yep.”

“Do you have a cat?”

“No, I’m waiting for my soul mate to adopt one for me.”

Donovan chuckled.

“What’s so wrong in my wanting my soul mate to get me a cat?”

“Nothing at all.” Donovan picked up the pink spoon. “Okay, one guy who loves the furry felines coming up.” He turned to face her. “So . . . I’ve been thinking about your situation.”

“What situation?”

“With Will.”

She pushed off the counter and threw her hands up. “It isnota situation. He and I aren’t getting together.”

“Yeah. You’ve said that, but wouldn’t you like to make sure that he’s not your soul mate?”

Yes!!!She smoothed her sweater over her hips. “Well, yeah.”

“Then I think there’s something I should do before I try the spell.”

Zoe narrowed her lashes, curiousandsuspicious. What was Donovan up to? “What should you do?” she asked.

“Kiss you.”

Holy moly!Her mouth went dry as she tried to push out a response. “I’m sorry. What did you say?”

“Kiss you,” he repeated, leaning forward.

Or maybe it was she who was drifting toward his lips. She anchored her feet to the floor. “Why would you do that?”

“You know, be the last guy you kissed. If I show up in the batter, we know that Will is one hundred percent not your soul mate.”

Zoe’s thoughts went into overdrive. If Donovan kissed her, Will’s name would no longer show up in her batter. She’d have an eye witness to alert the Buttermilk Falls grapevine, starting with all the beauticians at the Spring Curls. “You want to kiss me?” she asked, just to be clear she hadn’t misunderstood his intentions.

Donovan handed her the blue spoon. “It’s just an idea.”

One—for reasons she couldn’t fully explain—she fully supported. Before she could stop herself, she grabbed onto his shirt with one hand and planted her lips onto his while plunging the blue spoon in the thick batter.

His lips teased hers, causing jolts of electricity to ricochet throughout her body. Her mouth opened in response, needing more. There were some kisses you’d hold on to even in your darkest days, and she was pretty sure she was experiencing one.

Without warning, the blue spoon shot out of her hand straight for the ceiling, causing them to break apart. Zoe’s eyes went wide, watching it come down hard on the shiny pink counter and bounce off, landing clear across the bakery.

“What happened?” Donovan asked, stepping back.

“I don’t know.” Zoe’s gaze moved from him to the mixing bowl, her heart racing. “I was holding it, and then it flew out of my hand and did an aerial act.” She stared in the direction of the blue spoon now on the marble floor.

It was no longer how they’d found it.

“Oh, God.” The words rushed out as terror whipped through her. She scurried around the counter. “Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.” This couldn’t be happening.

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