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She laughs, her dark eyes filled with mirth. “Yeah, that’s the one. Be good to her. She’s better than all of us.”
I turn and meet Annie’s eyes. “I’ve already worked that one out.”
Annie
“That’s the last box, babycakes,” Bax says as he balances the cookies on the table behind me. People are already starting to arrive at the lakeside festival with their glow stick jewelry on and noisemakers in hand. The band is setting up on stage and it’s looking to be a fantastic night.
“Thank you so much for this. You are seriously an angel in disguise.” I lean in, wrapping my arms around his waist as I welcome his kisses. If it wasn’t for the promise I made to provide the cookies for tonight, I’d happily spend the last day of the year in bed with his magical hands teasing me to ecstasy until I’m ready to take that big cock of his again. My panties are drenched from being near him and unable to act on my feelings all day.
“I wouldn’t go that far,” he says as he tucks my hair behind my ear. “The way I see it, the more I help, the faster I get you back into bed so I can eat that delicious cookie between your legs again.”
I laugh. “My cookie really did bring the boy to my yard.”
“Your what now?”
“It’s just something Gran used to say.”
He laughs and gives me a gentle pat on the butt as we finish our setup and start serving customers. It’s not long before the line gets ten people deep and all three of us are serving as fast as we can.
“Word got around fast this year,” Nina says when we sell the last box only a couple of hours into the evening.
“And I made extras too,” I say, laughing and frazzled because that was nuts. The joy of watching people eat and talk about the cookies is a huge reward though.
“You certainly have a gift, babycakes,” Bax says. “You sell happiness in a sweet treat.”
“I like that description,” Nina says. “He’s smart.”
“I try.” Bax laughs.
“Hey, why don’t you two go and enjoy the festival while I clean up here?” Nina suggests.
“Are you sure?” I ask. I don’t want to take advantage of her when she worked so hard helping me get these ready.
“There’s only a couple of hours until midnight. Go, eat some food, dance in each other's arms, fall in love. You deserve to be happy, my friend.”
I reach out and hug her tight. “Thank you,” I say.
“No problem. Happy New Year.” She gives me a wink as I turn and take Bax’s waiting hand.
“What’ll it be first?” he asks, as we walk through the crowd arm in arm.
“I want a corn dog and a milkshake,” I say, bouncing on my toes like an excited child.
“A corn dog and a milkshake.” Bax nods. “That sounds pretty great to me. How about you take a seat and rest your feet over there while I line up for food?”
“You spoil me,” I say as I ease myself into the plastic chair.
“Get used to it,” he says before kissing my forehead and heading for the food truck.
I let out a sigh, reveling in my happy moment while enjoying the hustle and bustle around me, along with the chance to sit down for a while. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this happy in my life, and it’s all because of this man I hardly know anything about. But like Bax said, we’ve got our whole lives to learn about each other.
“Ms. Braithwaite, I presume.” A man with a British accent moves into my vision and gestures to the chair across from me before sitting down before I invite him to.
“And you are?”
“Frank Hollis,” he says, holding his hand out for me to shake. I don’t take it.
“Of Hollis foods,” I finish for him, his name ringing a bell immediately. His company has been the most dogged in it’s mission to acquire my recipes. “And before you get comfortable, I’ll reiterate what I’ve said a hundred times before now—I’m not interested in selling my recipes.”
