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mine. “I have low blood sugar.” I smiled and she rolled her eyes, bumping me with her shoulder.
    “No you don’t.” She laughed. God, I love that sound.
    “I could and I don’t know where there is a bakery around here. You could save a life.” I raised my eyebrow at her as she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth.
    “I like vanilla.” She glanced up at me through her lashes and I grinned.
    “Let’s go.” I held out my hand and she placed her fingers in mine. I slowly stood and helped her to her feet. I kept a hand on her as she climbed over the railing, not breathing until she was safely on the other side.
    I hopped the fence and walked her to the passenger side of the car. Pulling open the door, I waited for her to slide inside. She smiled as she slowly sank into the seat. I could feel her eyes on me as I moved quickly around the car and got into the driver’s seat. I knew I shouldn’t be interfering with this girl’s life, knowing I would only be around for a few days. I grabbed Jake’s phone and sent May a quick text message letting her know I had the phone but I would be out for a while. I didn’t say where, and I didn’t let her know who really wrote the note. It was no one else’s business.
    “Go down the road about two miles.”
    I nodded and pulled back onto the road and down Livingston Street. I fumbled with the radio until I found a song I liked, tapping my fingers on the wheel. Jenn smiled and began to sing quietly along to the old country love song.
    “Wasn’t that a bakery?” I pointed to Smith Brother’s Bakery as we drove by.
    “Yes, but Mama D’s is only a few miles further and it is worth the drive.” She smiled. “But if you don’t want to, we can just go back.”
    “No, ma’am. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I denied the birthday girl the cake she wants.”
    “You may not live at all if you don’t take care of that low blood sugar.” She smirked.
    “I have a small confession to make. I may have over dramatized a bit. I don’t so much have low blood sugar as much as I just really like cake. I haven’t had any for a long time.”
    “They don’t have cake in North Carolina?” She winked. “Turn here!” She pointed to the road off to the left. I turned the wheel and hit the brakes, making the turn at the last second. We travelled a block further, pulling up outside of an old shaker box home with a baker sign hung from the front porch.
    “Here?”
    “You have no idea. You have just arrived at Heaven’s gates.” She laughed and pushed open her door and stretched as she stood. I shook my head as I watched her before pulling the key from the ignition.
    “Heaven’s gates, huh?” I stepped out of the car and waited for her to make her way around the car.
    “Come on.” She hurried up the front porch steps and opened the old screen door. “Mama D!” she called out as I stepped in behind her, inhaling the scent of baked goods.
    “They should bottle that smell.”
    “You’re just in time, Jennifer!” Mama D rounded the corner from her kitchen into the dining room. “This is vanilla with homemade peanut butter frosting.” She winked as she sat the pan down on the table.
    “Looks amazing!” Jenn smiled as she opened her arms and gave Mama D a big hug.
    “Who is your friend, Jennifer?”
    “This is Shane.” She took a step back to be beside me. “He’s a soldier.”
    “Well, in that case, he gets a free cookie.” Mama D smiled and turned back toward the table. “Have your pick. Go on.”
    “Thank you, ma’am.” I stepped forward and looked over the dozens of cookies, grabbing a chocolate chip cookie and breaking it in half, holding out one to Jenn.
    “Thanks.” She took a big bite of the still-warm cookie as chocolate dripped on her bottom lip. I ran my thumb over her lower lip as time seemingly froze and our eyes met. What the hell am I doing? Am I really that deprived from a woman’s touch that I need to take advantage of someone