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laughed.
    â€œDo you always have to look so painfully serious, Brady? I can fix the phone number problem. Give me your phone.”
    He dug it out of his pocket and she typed in her name and number, then handed it back to him and pulled out her phone. “Now I’ll need yours so I know it’s you when you text me.”
    He wasn’t sure how they had gotten around to exchanging numbers, but it was good for the dog that she had people who cared about her, so he gave Megan his number.
    â€œThanks,” she said, slipping her phone into the back pocket of her jeans. “You know, if you—and the little cupcake—aren’t busy tonight, I’m trying out some new bakery recipes at home. I could use some unbiased judgments. And I could provide dinner before the dessert. I don’t know if you already have something in mind for dinner . . .”
    Dinner was typically fast food or a sandwich, which he ate alone in his apartment above the shop. “Uh, no. No plans.”
    Her smile brightened. “Great. Come have dinner with me. Bring the little cutie with you. Then instead of texting me, you can tell me all about the vet, and your plans for her.”
    â€œUm . . . okay.”
    â€œI’ll text you the time. I really have to go now, Brady.” She bent down and ruffled the dog’s fur. “See you later, little cupcake.”
    She wandered past the shop, and Brady wondered how an innocent conversation had turned into dinner with Megan tonight. Not that he minded a home-cooked meal,because he got very little of that, but he was wary of spending time with her.
    She was a damned good-looking woman, and he was attracted to her.
    Brady didn’t want entanglements or to get involved with anyone, so spending any time at all with Megan was never a good idea.
    Still, it was just dinner. How involved could that be?
    He looked down at the dog, who stared up at him, waiting for his next move.
    She really was cute.
    â€œCome on, Killer. Back to work.”

Chapter 4

    NOW THAT MEGAN had invited Brady to dinner, she had to figure out what she was going to make. She knew he was single and lived alone and likely didn’t have home-cooked meals all that often, so she decided to fix something nice and substantial. Fried chicken and mashed potatoes should do it, along with green beans and bacon. Oh, and fresh-baked rolls.
    Her stomach growled just thinking about dinner, but before that she had to tackle her baking. First she made mini chocolate mousse cakes and set those aside before starting on a caramel cheesecake. She was always happy the bakery closed early in the afternoon, which gave her time to grocery shop and head home to start working on her dessert projects.
    Baking was never done. At least not in her mind. She loved to experiment, even with desserts that might not ever appear in her bakery.
    When the doorbell rang, she wiped her hands on a towel and went to answer the door. Brady was there, and at his feet sat the pup.
    She couldn’t help the grin on her face. “I see you brought your dinner companion.”
    He frowned. “You told me to bring her. Is that not okay?”
    â€œOf course it’s okay. Come on in.”
    She shut the door behind him. “I’m working in the kitchen. Follow me.”
    She led him through the living room and into the kitchen. “Take a seat on the barstool. Would you like a beer or a glass of wine? I also have iced tea.”
    â€œA beer would be good. Thanks.”
    She pulled a beer out of the refrigerator and handed it to him, then got out a bowl and filled it with water, setting it down next to the peninsula so the dog could have something to drink.
    â€œDid you take her to the vet?”
    â€œYeah. Stopped by Emma’s clinic after work. The doc there who’s taking over for Emma while she’s on maternity leave said the dog doesn’t have a microchip. Leanne, the vet tech, said she