Page 70 of Every Little Kiss
Ford let his gaze slide slowly over her body, which was a complete showstopper. “What kind of gift are we talking?”
“A cupcake,” Liv said, taking in his bare chest, a teasing glint in her eyes when she finally met his. “But don’t look so sad—I brought you one too.”
To prove it, she held up a plastic bag and offered it to him.
“You made me cupcakes?” He weighed the bag and looked at her. “Or a bag of flour to make my own?”
“They’re store-bought cupcakes, but the Chinese food in there is freshly made.”
“Are you buttering me up?”
“No,” she said, but he didn’t believe her.
Opening the bag, he took in the to-go boxes and crooked an amused brow.
“What? I said freshly made, not homemade. But if you need your gutters cleaned, I’m your girl.”
Three words that in a different scenario he’d take her up on in a hot minute. But things weren’t different, and she couldn’t be his. At least not for the long term.
But Ford wasn’t thinking about the long term right then. He was just thinking about making it through the night.
“What if I need something else?”
