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blush again. “It’s only a little play on words.”
“As long as your words are all they play on. Now go get ’em.”
She unlocked the front door and stepped out onto the sidewalk. There was a decent amount of foot traffic and Cyn managed to coax a few of the people to take one of her samples. It made Jesse smile to see each person react as he had. Apparently, those people passed the word, because he noted people crossing the street to see what Cyn was offering and take samples for themselves.
In less than fifteen minutes, she was inside again.
“Jesse.” Her eyes sparkled with excitement. “All my samples are gone. Everyone loved them. It’s a good thing I made three pounds of these. And even that might not be enough. Oh, Jesse.” She set her tray on a sawhorse and threw her arms around him. “They love it! They love it!”
“Of course they do, darlin’. You’ve got a real winner there.”
She picked up her tray and danced into the back room. He watched her go, his eyes fastened on her sweet ass. His cock seemed to be swollen past decent proportions and he took a moment to adjust his jeans. Not much help though. Shit. He thought he had better control than that. Apparently not where Sinful Cyn was concerned. With determination, he turned back to applying the stain to the countertop.
“Hey, Cyn! I heard you’re giving away edible treasures here.”
Cyn turned away from the stove, tongs still in hand. Amy stood in the doorway, crowding the space with Reenie and Jinx, all of them grinning.
“Oh, good.” She plucked three more paper plates from the shelf and dropped a few samples onto each one.
“I was in the hardware store picking up something for Buck when someone came in raving about, and I quote, ‘The best damn rub I’ve ever tasted in my life.’” Amy held up her cell. “I texted Reenie and Jinx, they were both in town and here we are, checking out the rumor.”
“Oh, good.” Cyn thought her grin would split her face.
“So we want a taste,” Reenie said.
Cyn passed a small sample to each of them. “Everyone who took a sample seemed to like it.”
“Like it?” Reenie wiped sauce from her lip, turned and pointed to the front window. “Your fan club is waiting for the next serving.”
Cyn stared. Sure enough, a crowd had gathered outside the store. They were all pressed against the big display window, hands cupped to cut the glare.
“Wave to them,” Amy prompted.
“Better yet,” Jinx said, “go serve them something. I’ll take pictures with my phone and we’ll run one in the paper.”
“They liked it,” Cyn repeated the words in wonderment. “Oh, God. I sound like Sally Fields.”
Amy giggled. “Not on your worst day.” She bit off some of the meat in the tiny riblet she held. “Ohmigod, Cyn. This is way beyond amazing.” She closed her eyes and hummed with satisfaction.
“God, Amy.” Reenie waved a hand in front of her sister-in-law’s face. “If that’s all it takes for you to have an orgasm, I’ll have to tell Buck he can stop working so hard.”
“Bite your tongue. No, better yet. Bite this.” Amy pointed to the paper plate in Reenie’s hand.
“Oh, good Lord,” Reenie moaned. “I see what you mean. Cyn, is there some sort of secret ingredient in this rub? Something you aren’t telling us?”
Jinx, who had just taken her own taste, closed her eyes and licked her lips. “Holy cow. No wonder Frank married you for this. What on earth is in it?”
Cyn swallowed a smile. The recipe for the rub certainly stood on its own, but in a fit of devilment, she had added her own secret ingredient. She hoped it wouldn’t cause problems. The old notebook with the handwritten recipe in it had mentioned the use of damiana to enhance the flavors of the other spices. But her ancestors had chosen not to use it after the first few batches. It turned out damiana also had a tendency to spike the libido. Not always, her great-grandfather had written. Still, no one
“As long as your words are all they play on. Now go get ’em.”
She unlocked the front door and stepped out onto the sidewalk. There was a decent amount of foot traffic and Cyn managed to coax a few of the people to take one of her samples. It made Jesse smile to see each person react as he had. Apparently, those people passed the word, because he noted people crossing the street to see what Cyn was offering and take samples for themselves.
In less than fifteen minutes, she was inside again.
“Jesse.” Her eyes sparkled with excitement. “All my samples are gone. Everyone loved them. It’s a good thing I made three pounds of these. And even that might not be enough. Oh, Jesse.” She set her tray on a sawhorse and threw her arms around him. “They love it! They love it!”
“Of course they do, darlin’. You’ve got a real winner there.”
She picked up her tray and danced into the back room. He watched her go, his eyes fastened on her sweet ass. His cock seemed to be swollen past decent proportions and he took a moment to adjust his jeans. Not much help though. Shit. He thought he had better control than that. Apparently not where Sinful Cyn was concerned. With determination, he turned back to applying the stain to the countertop.
“Hey, Cyn! I heard you’re giving away edible treasures here.”
Cyn turned away from the stove, tongs still in hand. Amy stood in the doorway, crowding the space with Reenie and Jinx, all of them grinning.
“Oh, good.” She plucked three more paper plates from the shelf and dropped a few samples onto each one.
“I was in the hardware store picking up something for Buck when someone came in raving about, and I quote, ‘The best damn rub I’ve ever tasted in my life.’” Amy held up her cell. “I texted Reenie and Jinx, they were both in town and here we are, checking out the rumor.”
“Oh, good.” Cyn thought her grin would split her face.
“So we want a taste,” Reenie said.
Cyn passed a small sample to each of them. “Everyone who took a sample seemed to like it.”
“Like it?” Reenie wiped sauce from her lip, turned and pointed to the front window. “Your fan club is waiting for the next serving.”
Cyn stared. Sure enough, a crowd had gathered outside the store. They were all pressed against the big display window, hands cupped to cut the glare.
“Wave to them,” Amy prompted.
“Better yet,” Jinx said, “go serve them something. I’ll take pictures with my phone and we’ll run one in the paper.”
“They liked it,” Cyn repeated the words in wonderment. “Oh, God. I sound like Sally Fields.”
Amy giggled. “Not on your worst day.” She bit off some of the meat in the tiny riblet she held. “Ohmigod, Cyn. This is way beyond amazing.” She closed her eyes and hummed with satisfaction.
“God, Amy.” Reenie waved a hand in front of her sister-in-law’s face. “If that’s all it takes for you to have an orgasm, I’ll have to tell Buck he can stop working so hard.”
“Bite your tongue. No, better yet. Bite this.” Amy pointed to the paper plate in Reenie’s hand.
“Oh, good Lord,” Reenie moaned. “I see what you mean. Cyn, is there some sort of secret ingredient in this rub? Something you aren’t telling us?”
Jinx, who had just taken her own taste, closed her eyes and licked her lips. “Holy cow. No wonder Frank married you for this. What on earth is in it?”
Cyn swallowed a smile. The recipe for the rub certainly stood on its own, but in a fit of devilment, she had added her own secret ingredient. She hoped it wouldn’t cause problems. The old notebook with the handwritten recipe in it had mentioned the use of damiana to enhance the flavors of the other spices. But her ancestors had chosen not to use it after the first few batches. It turned out damiana also had a tendency to spike the libido. Not always, her great-grandfather had written. Still, no one
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