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fine. Thank you for today, though. You will be back tomorrow, right? Please?” she asked in return.
    “Yes. I will be here first thing in the morning but don’t Rusty me… now answer the question, Ms. Carlton,” he said gruffly getting in her personal space. So they were back to Mr. Hawkins, Sir. “Did you eat yet?”
    Something like an electrical current seemed to sing between them as he waited for her response.
    “No, I haven’t eaten yet. I was too busy,” she replied.
    “Good. Neither have I. We can get a sandwich up town after we make the deposit,” he replied. “I was right about you staying here and me making the deliveries. I think it worked well today and it will work tomorrow too.”
    With that he turned away and began washing up the dishes. He was right but she sure as hell wasn’t going to acknowledge that by saying so out loud. He was already too impressed with himself.
    Instead she worked on wiping down the prep tables, straightening the counter out in the shop and boxing up the items from the display cases. Once all the closing chores were done, she made sure the shop was locked up, turned off the lights and then headed back to the bakery to find Rusty.
    He was leaning against the four basin metal sink when she walked through the double doors. She immediately felt awkward as those eyes of his watched her approach. The sensation was completely new to her and almost as uncomfortable as his blatant staring.
    Standing up straight he turned back to the sink, washed out the dishrag, rung the excess water from it, then turned and walked over to her. The man was so nice to look at she could feel her mouth hanging open as he approached but couldn’t seem to gather the strength to close it.
    “Give me your hand, Ms. Carlton,” he ordered.
    “Why?” she asked.
    “Because you have white icing up your arm, and I am going to wipe it off,” he replied with a sigh, showing her the dishcloth in his hand.
    “What? No licking this time, Rusty?” she asked, trying to lighten the mood between them. Upon seeing the downright scowl on his face at her comment, she attempted to backpedal. “I mean, Sir …”

Chapter Four

    Ms. Carlton was turning out to be everything Rusty had secretly hoped for but not dared to think was possible. He’d thought of little else and his dreams over of the previous two evenings had been full of ideas on what she might look like or be like.
    As much as he should ignore her attempts to flirt with him, since there was obviously a considerableage difference between them, he was a man and therefore ignoring sexual innuendo was impossible. The woman was stunningly beautiful. Long golden blonde hair, warm hazel eyes and a pretty smile complete with a dimple in one cheek were only the half of it. From there it only got better… long legs and a slender waist his hands could easily wrap around to guide her…
    Forcing his mind out of the gutter which it seemed to make a direct line for within minutes of being in her presence, he led her out to his car after waiting for her to lock up the shop. Then he held the passenger side door open for her. She flashed her model’s smile at him as she walked around the opened door and gracefully sat down in the front passenger’s seat.
    “Why thank you, Rusty… Sir …” she said in that husky voice of hers and then followed it with a seductively teasing grin.
    Like a really good Marilyn Monroe impersonator… sultry and low. She was working him over but good and he was not usually one to be easily manipulated. If she wasn’t so much younger than him…
    As he pulled away from the store and drove up the street he was surprised when, rather than sitting quietly for the short ride up town, she leaned forward and turned his radio on. He could merely glance at her out of the corner of his eye as she flipped through the channels and stopped on a local classic rock station playing “Up on Cripple Creek.”
    Before he could explain that it was customary