Page 117 of Mark Us Little Bear
It’s good, I can tell.
“Bradley says there’s rum in it. Can you teach me how to bake?” My head snaps in her way as Dylan places the plates in front of us.
“You’re such a brat,” I murmur.
“Sure, I would love to.” The cheerfulness in her tone makes Piper smile immediately. “Let’s find a day that works for us and we can meet here for a private baking class.”
Piper claps her hands in excitement. “Yes, I would love that.”
Not bad. She’s making more friends.
“Come on, dig in.” I urge her and lift my spoon. “We’re meeting Ronnie and Amber later to buy snacks for movie night.”
“I chose to watchDirty Dancing.”
My eyes widen. “That’s not a movie for fourteen-year-olds.”
“Age restriction is thirteen.” She states with a smile.
Great.
“Then I’ll just cover your eyes whenever there’s a spicy scene.” I smile right back, wiggling my brows.
“That’s like half the movie.” Her eyes narrow. Voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Exactly.”
“Fine, I’ll choose something else.” Her scowl lasts for a second before she tastes the cake and beams.
There you go, much better.
Ronnie
We cross the aisle, our cart is filled with cookies, water bottles, ice cream, and Little Bear who is having the time of her life being carried around. She tips her head back and I bend down to kiss her waiting red lips.
These tickles in my stomach never get old. Nuzzling my nose, her fingers caress the back of my neck and pluck my ball cap abruptly—the one I took from Bradley. Her giggles collide with my cheek as I glance at Bradley’s amused smirk.
“We’ve arrived, roomies.” He winks. “Piper ditched me in favor of Sour Patch Kids, she’ll be back in a few.”
“Did she get a second chance?” Amber asks.
“Yup! Funny enough, I met your ex’s brother, Mr. Ripley.”
She straightens up, all ears. “No way, that’s her teacher?”
I nod slowly.
“Can you tell us about Patrick?” Bradley digs for more information but I don’t think there is any.
“There is nothing to tell.” She jerks her shoulders up. “We met in high school, bumped into each other a few years later, and started dating. He knew I didn’t love him and I knew he was stillin love with his high school girlfriend. He’s a good guy, we ended things on good terms. He just wasn’t the one for me.”
“Ah, the one. Suddenly, it doesn’t apply here.” Bradley says, turning around just in time to face Piper.
“Strawberries or watermelon?” She holds them in each hand, staring at him with arched eyebrows.
Shrugging, “Why choose? Get them both,” he grabs the bags and throws them inside our cart. “See.”
“Lift me to the top shelf.” Amber stares at me with puppy eyes.
