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“Turn around.”

I turned around.

“Fuck,” he murmured.

Why couldn’tthatbe an order?

That thought required another clearing internal head shake, though they didn’t seem to be helping.

“Said it already. Don’t sweat it. Come around Friday, bring some dessert or they’ll never shut up, yeah?”

“Was already planning on it.” I loved to bake and used any chance to. And I had a feeling those boys wouldn’t turn away food of any kind, let alone sugary baked goods.

“Of course you were. See ya Friday, babe.”

“Yup,” I muttered as I took off through the door.

*******

“So, how is it?” Z asked as I slid out from the back of the van.

“Well, if any of you decide to start smuggling penguins, let me know. I can help with transport.” It was cold. I was glad my bra had a bit of padding to it because there was a definite tightness in my nipples.

Which of course has nothing to do with the badass, hot guy parade. Grand Master of that parade being Jake.

See? Good at lying to yourself.

“Seriously, though, it’s perfect. No more melty cakes. Thank you,” I said to Z.

“It’s myjob, Doll Face. I’ll see you back here Friday. It might take a while with the speakers, so be prepared.”

“Sounds like a plan.” I hopped up into the seat and spoke through the rolled down window. “See you then.”

As I carefully pulled out, I turned my music up. Singing loudly, and badly, I thought about how I couldn’t wait for my new speakers.

Yup, it’s the speakers I’m looking forward to.

*******

“Piper!”

I hadn’t even turned off the van when my door was opened by a grinning Kase.

“Hey, how’s it going?” Looking around, I saw all of the guys were in the garage. I wished, not for the first time, that I was about six inches taller, thereby having the ability to get out gracefully. Instead, I stepped down awkwardly.

I slid open the side door of the van, bending and climbing slightly in to get the goodies.

“Hell, babe, hop out,” I heard close behind me.

Standing up, I moved out of the way. “I was just getting the stuff I brought.”

Jake reached in and grabbed the containers. He was muttering something, but I missed it over the noise of a bunch of grown men.

Not just grown, but badass, tough guy, hot men, acting like eight year olds over a treat.

“Shit, you were for real?” Xavier asked.

“About bringing dessert? Of course. Who would lie about something so serious?” I asked in mock horror.