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back to the bakery. They didn’t speak much on the trip back, and Owen could feel the tension in the air. He knew he’d hurt her feelings, been a little too curt in his response to her, and he felt like shit about it. But it couldn’t be helped. Better he feel like shit than her.
Pulling up to the bakery, Owen hopped out and carried the empty tubs inside. “I should probably head out.”
“Yeah. I’ve already taken up too much of your time today. Sorry about that.” She’d followed him in and dumped the rest of the supplies on the counter next to him.
He leaned a hip against the counter. “I don’t need you to be sorry. I had fun. I just don’t want to give you the wrong impression.”
She lifted an eyebrow as she looked up at him. “And what kind of impression would that be?” The sarcasm dripped from her voice.
“Look, I’m not the kind of guy you need hanging around you.”
“Oh, the old ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ routine. I pegged you for being a little more original.”
Damn. He had to give her props for the tough act.
He rubbed a hand across his scruff of whiskers and shook his head. “It’s not like that. I just don’t have the best of reputations.” And he sure as hell didn’t want to ruin hers. And he would.
She shrugged, trying for nonchalance, but he could see the hurt in her eyes. “I don’t remember asking you to hang around at all. You volunteered to help today. I appreciate it. But I know you’re a busy guy, and I don’t want to keep you.”
Ouch . Damned if she didn’t give as good as she got. He’d been dismissed. “Thanks again for helping me last night. I really do appreciate it.” He crossed to the door, but turned before he let himself out. “It’s been fun. See ya, Angel.”
Chapter Five
Gabby pulled into her client’s driveway and turned off the car. Getting out, she slammed the door behind her.
Who did that guy think he was? Owen Bannister could take his “See ya, Angel” and stick it. And there weren’t a lot of angels running around the place she imagined he could go to.
She grabbed the boxes of cupcakes and headed for the door. She hadn’t asked him to help her. Hadn’t needed or even wanted his help.
Okay. Maybe that was a lie. She had needed help. From someone. Anyone.
And if she were being honest, she’d wanted it from him. If she were really being honest, she’d wanted a lot of things from him. Including his body.
Dang —why did the guy have to be so good-looking? And muscular? And charming?
It didn’t matter. He’d made it clear he wasn’t interested. Even though he’d been the one to kiss her. Both times. Well, three times now, if you counted last night.
And she definitely counted last night. Just thinking about it had her blood heating and funny little tinglies bouncing around in her chest.
Even if he’d turned out to be a class-A jerk, the guy could kiss.
And bake. Surprisingly, he’d actually been a huge help to her today. He hadn’t needed a lot of instruction and worked quickly and efficiently helping her to prepare the cupcakes. And he’d been a huge help in selling them. She’d sold out in record time today and made close to a hundred dollars in tips alone.
She wondered how many of those customers thought they were donating to a good cause. Like Owen was only there to help a charity. Well, she was the only charity that was getting that money. And she needed it. The tips alone would help pay the electric bill for the bakery this month.
Had he considered her a charity case, too? Had he only been helping her because he felt sorry for her? No. He couldn’t be. Most people didn’t kiss someone like that just because they felt sorry for them.
He’d felt something too. She knew it.
Great. Now she was thinking about the kiss again. She needed to stop. Focus on her client.
Plastering on a smile, she rang the doorbell of the enormous house.
The door opened, and Carla Jacobs waved her in. “Hi, Gabby. Come
Pulling up to the bakery, Owen hopped out and carried the empty tubs inside. “I should probably head out.”
“Yeah. I’ve already taken up too much of your time today. Sorry about that.” She’d followed him in and dumped the rest of the supplies on the counter next to him.
He leaned a hip against the counter. “I don’t need you to be sorry. I had fun. I just don’t want to give you the wrong impression.”
She lifted an eyebrow as she looked up at him. “And what kind of impression would that be?” The sarcasm dripped from her voice.
“Look, I’m not the kind of guy you need hanging around you.”
“Oh, the old ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ routine. I pegged you for being a little more original.”
Damn. He had to give her props for the tough act.
He rubbed a hand across his scruff of whiskers and shook his head. “It’s not like that. I just don’t have the best of reputations.” And he sure as hell didn’t want to ruin hers. And he would.
She shrugged, trying for nonchalance, but he could see the hurt in her eyes. “I don’t remember asking you to hang around at all. You volunteered to help today. I appreciate it. But I know you’re a busy guy, and I don’t want to keep you.”
Ouch . Damned if she didn’t give as good as she got. He’d been dismissed. “Thanks again for helping me last night. I really do appreciate it.” He crossed to the door, but turned before he let himself out. “It’s been fun. See ya, Angel.”
Chapter Five
Gabby pulled into her client’s driveway and turned off the car. Getting out, she slammed the door behind her.
Who did that guy think he was? Owen Bannister could take his “See ya, Angel” and stick it. And there weren’t a lot of angels running around the place she imagined he could go to.
She grabbed the boxes of cupcakes and headed for the door. She hadn’t asked him to help her. Hadn’t needed or even wanted his help.
Okay. Maybe that was a lie. She had needed help. From someone. Anyone.
And if she were being honest, she’d wanted it from him. If she were really being honest, she’d wanted a lot of things from him. Including his body.
Dang —why did the guy have to be so good-looking? And muscular? And charming?
It didn’t matter. He’d made it clear he wasn’t interested. Even though he’d been the one to kiss her. Both times. Well, three times now, if you counted last night.
And she definitely counted last night. Just thinking about it had her blood heating and funny little tinglies bouncing around in her chest.
Even if he’d turned out to be a class-A jerk, the guy could kiss.
And bake. Surprisingly, he’d actually been a huge help to her today. He hadn’t needed a lot of instruction and worked quickly and efficiently helping her to prepare the cupcakes. And he’d been a huge help in selling them. She’d sold out in record time today and made close to a hundred dollars in tips alone.
She wondered how many of those customers thought they were donating to a good cause. Like Owen was only there to help a charity. Well, she was the only charity that was getting that money. And she needed it. The tips alone would help pay the electric bill for the bakery this month.
Had he considered her a charity case, too? Had he only been helping her because he felt sorry for her? No. He couldn’t be. Most people didn’t kiss someone like that just because they felt sorry for them.
He’d felt something too. She knew it.
Great. Now she was thinking about the kiss again. She needed to stop. Focus on her client.
Plastering on a smile, she rang the doorbell of the enormous house.
The door opened, and Carla Jacobs waved her in. “Hi, Gabby. Come
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