Page 22 of Feels Like Love
Oh hell.
And then she burst out laughing. “Oh my god. Wow. I sound just like Paul and Prue on GBBO.”
“You mean with all their little innuendos?” I laughed, and she joined in.
“Yes! There’s no way that many of them are accidental.” She placed the cake on a cooling rack. “Oh…I have to show you this video with Hugh Jackman and Billy Crystal. It’s hilarious.”
She pulled it up on her phone, and I knew I was in trouble when they started reading lines from one of the episodes. Throwing around words like “moist” and “wet” and… “Oh fuck.” I was laughing so hard, my side ached. Wren was right there with me, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had this much fun with a woman.
Why did it have to be her? Why did the universe hate me—making me fall for my best friend’s sister?
Chapter Six
Idropped River off at my parents’ and then headed to work. It was Saturday morning, and Harper had Sasha’s boudoir shoot today. I planned to work on editing Sasha’s bridal photos, but I’d be in the studio in case they needed anything.
I picked up some coffees and baked goods from Pore Over. I wanted to linger in the coffee shop and check out a book, but I’d have to return later. After my mom’s bookshop, it was one of the best hangouts in town for booklovers. Pore Over invited you to come for the coffee and stay for the books. And in addition to having the best coffee in town, the inside was like a beautiful library. Light pine floors and wall-to-wall bookshelves with the coziest chairs. All the books were free to borrow; you either had to return them when you were done or add another book to replace the one you’d taken.
I took the coffee back to the studio and turned on the lights. I doubted Sasha would want any muffins—at least not until after the shoot, but I set them out anyway. A makeup artist and hair stylist would be arriving soon from Mane Street Salon, and we had a busy morning ahead.
“How was your night?” Harper breezed through the studio and set her bag down on the table. “Do anything crazy?”
I laughed. “If by crazy, you mean watchThe Great British Bake Offand bake a peanut butter chocolate swirl cake, then yes.”
“Ooh. That does sound good.” She glanced around as if searching for something. “And you didn’t bring me any?” she teased.
“Sorry.” I cringed. “I can’t part with it. It’s so freaking delicious.”
But as incredible as the cake tasted, that wasn’t even the best part. The highlight had been baking with Bennett. Answering his questions aboutTheGreat British Bake Offand hearing his deep, throaty chuckle every time there was a sexual innuendo. And there were a lot. By the time the show had finished, my panties were as moist as the cakes Paul and Prue were judging.
“I bet. And you know I was just kidding. But I want that recipe.”
“It wassogood. Orgasmically good,” I said, knowing Harper would understand since she was the one who’d introduced me to the term after all.
“Orgasmically good, huh? I definitely need to check it out. Maybe I’ll make it for Aiden’s birthday. He asked for a low-key celebration. Pizza with the family and then a sleepover with River.”
“I’m sure River would love that,” I said.
Aiden and River were the best of friends, bonding over baseball, even though River was more interested in the uniforms than the actual game.
“Any updates on LoveBirds?”
I laughed. “I’ve been so busy, I forgot all about it.”
She arched an eyebrow. “Interesting?”
“What?” I asked.
“Well, you were all hot to trot about dating, and then Bennett comes along…”
“No.” I shook my head. “It’s not like that.”
“It’s not?” she asked. “You spend every night with him.”
“Because he’slivingat my house.”
“Mm-hmm. Well, if ‘it’s not like that,’ then maybe you should check your profile and go on a date.”
“Is that a dare?” I teased.
