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on in.” Carla was dressed in a snug-fitting orange Bronco jersey that dipped low in the front, showing off her ample cleavage. She’d obviously paid a fortune for that cleavage, might as well show it off.
Her long dark hair was salon perfect and hung down her back in flawless waves. Rhinestone jewels covered the pockets of her expensive jeans, and Gabby figured she could pay the rest of her utility bill with what Carla had spent on that pair of jeans.
The boxes of cupcakes in her hands kept Gabby from fiddling with her own hair. She’d barely had time to throw on her own Manning jersey and pull her wild curls into a ponytail. The over-sized jersey hung over her sparkle-less rear end.
Gabby followed Carla into a huge immaculate kitchen. The kitchen opened into a large great room with overstuffed sofas and a gigantic big screen television on the wall. Her whole apartment would fit into this one room.
A fire crackled in the fireplace, and several other people had already arrived, all wearing the orange and blue colors of the Denver Broncos.
Gabby set the boxes on the counter and opened the lid of the top one. “What do you think?”
“Oh, they’re perfect,” Carla exclaimed. “I love the little football picks.” She’d already set out a huge array of appetizers. Bowls of chips, various dips, meatballs, and a huge veggie tray lined the counter.
Carla passed her a tray shaped like a football. “I thought we’d put some on this tray, and I have another tiered dessert rack we can use.”
The doorbell rang again, and Carla bustled off as Gabby set up the cupcakes and moved the empty boxes to the laundry room off the kitchen.
A blond couple in their early thirties walked into the room, the woman holding a huge pan of pulled pork and absently chatting with Carla. Her husband followed behind her, carrying several packages of buns. The woman set the pan on the counter and smiled at Gabby.
A note of recognition lit the woman’s eyes and she shrieked in surprise. “Hey, you’re that woman from the cupcake truck.”
Gabby grinned, happy to be recognized. “Yes. Have you seen me out in the neighborhood?”
“No. I’ve seen you on Twitter. All day today.”
Disappointment filled her. “Oh. That must be someone else. I have a Twitter account, but I’m not on it much. And I wasn’t on today.”
“I’m sure it was you. And I’m pretty sure you’re trending.”
What in the heck was this woman talking about? She had to have her mixed up with someone else. “I’m what?”
“You’re trending.” The woman pulled her phone from her pocket and tapped the screen. “That means you’re showing up all over Twitter, and people are retweeting about you.” She held the phone out to Gabby. “Isn’t this you with that cute hockey player? What’s his name, Owen Bannister?”
Cute hockey player? Gabby took the phone and stared down at a picture of Owen planting a frosting-covered kiss on her lips.
Oh. My. Gosh.
She nodded, unable to speak.
“That’s him, right? Owen Bannister, from the Colorado Summit?”
Gabby handed her the phone back. “That’s him all right.”
“Are you dating him?” another woman asked. Several women from the party had come into the kitchen to see what was going on.
She shook her head. “No. We’re just…” What? What were they? Acquaintances? Strangers? Friends? Almost more? She didn’t know what to say.
She wanted to tell them Owen was an arrogant jerk. But she wouldn’t do that. Even though he was kind of arrogant, and kind of a jerk, he was also kind of sweet. And kind of cute. Okay, really freaking cute.
But, he had enough trouble with his image—he didn’t need her adding negative comments to it. “We’re just friends.”
One of the women held up her phone, the picture zoomed in on their faces. “Looks like a lot more than friends to me.”
It held felt like more than friends, too. Or like a chance for more. Like a chance for something. “Looks can be
Her long dark hair was salon perfect and hung down her back in flawless waves. Rhinestone jewels covered the pockets of her expensive jeans, and Gabby figured she could pay the rest of her utility bill with what Carla had spent on that pair of jeans.
The boxes of cupcakes in her hands kept Gabby from fiddling with her own hair. She’d barely had time to throw on her own Manning jersey and pull her wild curls into a ponytail. The over-sized jersey hung over her sparkle-less rear end.
Gabby followed Carla into a huge immaculate kitchen. The kitchen opened into a large great room with overstuffed sofas and a gigantic big screen television on the wall. Her whole apartment would fit into this one room.
A fire crackled in the fireplace, and several other people had already arrived, all wearing the orange and blue colors of the Denver Broncos.
Gabby set the boxes on the counter and opened the lid of the top one. “What do you think?”
“Oh, they’re perfect,” Carla exclaimed. “I love the little football picks.” She’d already set out a huge array of appetizers. Bowls of chips, various dips, meatballs, and a huge veggie tray lined the counter.
Carla passed her a tray shaped like a football. “I thought we’d put some on this tray, and I have another tiered dessert rack we can use.”
The doorbell rang again, and Carla bustled off as Gabby set up the cupcakes and moved the empty boxes to the laundry room off the kitchen.
A blond couple in their early thirties walked into the room, the woman holding a huge pan of pulled pork and absently chatting with Carla. Her husband followed behind her, carrying several packages of buns. The woman set the pan on the counter and smiled at Gabby.
A note of recognition lit the woman’s eyes and she shrieked in surprise. “Hey, you’re that woman from the cupcake truck.”
Gabby grinned, happy to be recognized. “Yes. Have you seen me out in the neighborhood?”
“No. I’ve seen you on Twitter. All day today.”
Disappointment filled her. “Oh. That must be someone else. I have a Twitter account, but I’m not on it much. And I wasn’t on today.”
“I’m sure it was you. And I’m pretty sure you’re trending.”
What in the heck was this woman talking about? She had to have her mixed up with someone else. “I’m what?”
“You’re trending.” The woman pulled her phone from her pocket and tapped the screen. “That means you’re showing up all over Twitter, and people are retweeting about you.” She held the phone out to Gabby. “Isn’t this you with that cute hockey player? What’s his name, Owen Bannister?”
Cute hockey player? Gabby took the phone and stared down at a picture of Owen planting a frosting-covered kiss on her lips.
Oh. My. Gosh.
She nodded, unable to speak.
“That’s him, right? Owen Bannister, from the Colorado Summit?”
Gabby handed her the phone back. “That’s him all right.”
“Are you dating him?” another woman asked. Several women from the party had come into the kitchen to see what was going on.
She shook her head. “No. We’re just…” What? What were they? Acquaintances? Strangers? Friends? Almost more? She didn’t know what to say.
She wanted to tell them Owen was an arrogant jerk. But she wouldn’t do that. Even though he was kind of arrogant, and kind of a jerk, he was also kind of sweet. And kind of cute. Okay, really freaking cute.
But, he had enough trouble with his image—he didn’t need her adding negative comments to it. “We’re just friends.”
One of the women held up her phone, the picture zoomed in on their faces. “Looks like a lot more than friends to me.”
It held felt like more than friends, too. Or like a chance for more. Like a chance for something. “Looks can be
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