delicious.”
Fancy smiled and placed a full glass of milk next to his
plate. “Glad you like it.”
While she started covering the trays of cupcakes, Brody ate
his tart. The silence between them was comfortable, but the awareness her body
had at his presence was a little unnerving.
Glancing over, she saw his plate was empty except for a few
crumbs. “Want another one?”
“Does the sun rise in the east? Of course, I want another
one. What I’d like even more, though, is if you’d join me. Nothing goes better
with a sweet treat than an even sweeter woman.”
She laughed as she slid another tart on his plate. “Is that
all you know how to do with the opposite sex? Flirt, I mean?”
“Nope. I also know how to treat a woman as if she’s the only
one in the world. Just the way my dad taught all his sons.”
After pouring herself a glass of milk and pulling over
another stool, she sat next to him. When he held up his fork in question, she
shook her head. “I’ll join you, but I’ll pass on the tart. You tend to lose
your taste for sweets when you’re around them all the time.”
His eyes grew wide. “Perish the thought.”
“So you’re from a big family?”
He nodded as he swallowed. “Yup. I’m the fourth of six kids.
Two older sisters, one younger, and two brothers—one older, one younger. What
about you? Any siblings?”
“I have one older brother who lives in Hawaii, and two half-sisters
from my father, but I’ve never met them.”
His eyebrows arched. “Never? How old are they?”
A heavy sigh escaped her. She wished she had the close family
most of her friends had, but it hadn’t been meant to be. “Fourteen and sixteen.
They live in California with my father. He and my mom were never married, but
they did try to make a go of it. It obviously didn’t work out. I haven’t seen
him in about fifteen years, but every once in a while I’ll get a card in the
mail or he’ll finally get around to answering one of my emails. I wanted to go
out to California to meet his wife and my sisters years ago, but he kept
putting it off. I get the impression his wife has no desire to meet me, and he
abides by it.”
“Sorry to hear that. What about your mom?”
She took a sip of her milk. “She’s still up in Ohio. We
weren’t very close growing up because she was always working two jobs. Once I
was old enough to take care of myself, she sort of had a midlife crisis. She’s
on husband number three right now. I guess she’s trying to make up for being
single most of her life.” She gave her head a slight shake. It had always
bothered her that her family wasn’t the perfect little family with married parents,
a house with a picket fence, and a dog. At least when she met her husband,
she’d gotten used to his brother and parents being around a lot. And when she
and Patrick moved to Florida, Corey had followed. Her in-laws had remained in
Ohio and had planned to retire to nearby Sarasota but when they lost their
oldest son, their grief had them staying where they had the most memories of
him. “Anyway. I have a few aunts, uncles, and cousins up north, but my Aunt
Denise and I have always been the closest. She never married or had kids, so
she tried to fill in where my mom was lacking. Oh, don’t get me wrong. My
mother worked her ass off for my brother and me, but because of that, we rarely
had her to ourselves.” Her eyes widened. “And I can’t believe I just told you
all that. You probably want to leave after I dumped all that on you.”
Blushing, Fancy stood, but before she could move away,
Brody’s hand on her elbow stopped her. “Hey. I didn’t mind at all. Haven’t you
figured out yet that I’m interested in getting to know you better? And no,
that’s not why I offered the security system. Okay, scratch that. There is a
little part of me that saw it as an excuse to see more of you, but your safety
trumps everything.” He gave her a sad, puppy dog look. “And I really do
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