lemon drop martinis and liked looking at photo albums with his grandmother’s best childhood friend.
“And there’s nothing wrong with having a dark side sometimes,” he told her. “You don’t have to cover it up with sweetness. Sugar isn’t the answer to everything. It’s okay to be a little bitter, to have a little bite. It just makes the sweet stuff sweeter when it’s time for that.”
She nodded. He was right. Her being bitter about her family and the business and how things had been at Hot Cakes for the past ten years was okay. It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t how she would have chosen it to be maybe. But it made everything now—her new bosses who were more like partners and were becoming friends, and their new ideas, and the new successes—even sweeter.
And the same was true with her and Cam. The little bit of bitterness between them was making this now sweeter.
“How long will those cookies for Didi take?” she asked. She assumed he was making them up now so they were done for when Didi woke up later. So that maybe he and Whitney could steal some time together before that happened.
“These aren’t for Didi,” he said. He met her eyes. “They’re your favorite, right?”
She swallowed. There was a heat in his eyes that she’d seen before, but there was something else there now. Something new.
Intention.
This wasn’t going to end with him pulling back and telling her that they couldn’t keep going.
“Yes,” she said. “Those are my favorite.” She wasn’t even going to ask how he knew that. She didn’t know if he remembered it from years ago or if Didi had told him or if he’d noticed that she’d eaten nearly a dozen of these when he’d made them before, whereas she’d only swiped maybe half a dozen of the others.
It didn’t matter. He’d been making cookies and bars for her. And, yes, Josie was right, that was romantic.
“You asked me what you should do with this guy you’re falling for,” he said.
She nodded.
“Take off your clothes.”
It was time.
He’d wanted to give her a chance to feel secure, to know he was here for her as a friend first, to figure out what she really wanted.
But… It. Was. Time.
Cam watched her take a deep breath and braced himself for her to lift her chin, gathering her nerve.
But she didn’t.
She slipped off the stool, stepped around the corner of the counter so she was facing him fully, and stripped her dress off.
The sweet little sundress that was nothing like those fucking corporate pencil skirts she wore that made him nuts.
His heart was thundering and he felt everything in his body tighten almost painfully. He wanted her. So much. She was gorgeous. Physically. Any man would think so. He’d always wanted her.
But now he wanted her. This woman. Not the girl he’d been missing for the past ten years, not the woman he’d run into here and there over the years when visiting Appleby, not the woman he’d thought he was sparring with in the offices at Hot Cakes. This woman.
The one he’d gotten to know better and watched grow and who now stood in front of him naked. Literally, but also figuratively. She was letting him in again and this time there was even more on the line than their parents finding out about them back in high school and making them break up.
It would have felt like the end of the world. It had felt that way when it had ended. But what they’d lost were stolen kisses and some messing around in the dark and some laughter and, yes, friendship. But kid friendship.
Now… if they messed this up it was so much more.
Now their hearts and their futures were wrapped up in all of this.
Now they really would lose a true friendship. With each other.
Yeah. That was true.
But if they did this… they could have all of this forever.
“You didn’t have panties on? This whole time?” he asked, his voice gruff, but trying to lighten the mood. Trying to make things playful and dirty. Because if he didn’t, he was going to propose to her and that might have been too much.
She also didn’t have a bra on so when she propped her hands on her hips, he could see everything.
Every-fucking-thing.
“I wore panties to your mother’s house for dinner with your family and my grandmother, of course,” she said, one eyebrow up. “I took them off upstairs when I brushed my teeth.”
He smirked. She’d been classy