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himself.
    But when he turned to his left and
watched Beth take the oatmeal raisin cookies from the cookie case, placing the
into plastic wrap, he felt his heart and body racing.  How long had it been
since he’d been with a real woman?  Certainly years he couldn’t deny.  That
meant years of holding back, saving himself in so many ways, his life lacking
that real passion that he desired.  And here it stood, a counter space away,
wrapping oatmeal raisin cookies. 
    Suddenly, Bobby made the real
connection in the bakery.
    He and Beth were both working for
something other than what they wanted.  She had her bakery, the giant cover up
to her own needs.  And Bobby had his job, the thing that kept him busy enough
to keep his mind silent about other things .  Those other things were undeniable right now as Beth handed him his order with a smile.
    “Damn,” Bobby whispered.
    “What’s wrong?” Beth asked.
    She found herself somewhat instantly
okay with Bobby.  Even though he wore a tie, carried a folder, and looked like
the kind of guy that would be an ass, for whatever reason he personally chose
to be an ass for. 
    “I wanted a cookie,” Bobby said. 
“Before they were wrapped up.”  Bobby took the cookies.  “No big deal.  I’ll
eat them later, at the hotel…”
    The word hotel rolled from
his tongue like a lethal confession.  His eyes grew wide and he looked away. 
He shouldn’t have said hotel.  Hotel made him more of a stranger than he was. 
Normally, it didn’t matter that great of a deal, but with Beth, he wasn’t sure
how well he’d lie.
    “Hotel?”
    “I’m here on business,” Bobby said.
    It wasn’t a lie and it wasn’t the
entire truth.  Bobby hoped she’d leave it at that.  Beth paused for a few
seconds and then stepped to the side, back to the cookie case, and took out
another cookie. 
    She handed it to Bobby with a head
nod.  “Take it.  On the house.”
    “No, let me pay,” Bobby said.
    “I’ll be honest,” Beth said, “I
made these on a whim and nobody has bought many… even considering…”
    Beth didn’t want to finish the
sentence.  If there was any chance that Bobby didn’t know about the robbery,
she wanted to leave it that way.
    “Well, I bought some,” Bobby said,
“and I’m sure I’ll eat them.”  Bobby held up the cookie that Beth had given
him.  “Here.  Watch.”  He took a bite, chewing and swallowing.
    “And?” Beth asked.
    “If I have to be honest,” Bobby
said, “I hate oatmeal raisin cookies.  My grandmother always made them instead
of chocolate chip and I always hated them.”  Bobby half smiled and turned to
leave.  He should have mentioned more of why he was there but just seeing Beth
for those few minutes and talking to her made him understand he’d have to get
his feelings in check first.  This was just a woman.  A beautiful, curvy woman
with her own business and a talent to die for.
    Halfway to the door, something
intrigued Bobby.
    He was far from work.  His office
was a long ways away, along with Mr. Galloway.  Who’s to say that he couldn’t
figure things out here in town?  Get to know Beth, and maybe help Beth.  The
woman had just been robbed at gunpoint.  Did she really intend on keeping the
bakery here?  Sure, Bobby could have just spoken like that – blunt and to the
point.  But blunt and to the point probably wouldn’t give him a chance at
feeling those sexy curves against his body.  He wanted to taste Beth, hold her,
show her what it was like to be a woman.
    He stopped walking and turned.  He
took another bite of the oatmeal raisin cookie.  After swallowing it, he said,
“My dear grandmother passed away a long time ago.  Now, I wouldn’t say this if
she were alive, but these oatmeal raisin cookies are the best I’ve ever
tasted.  Ever.”
    Bobby added another bite and then
walked away.
    “Thanks,” Beth managed to get out. 
Her breath had been taken away.  Something about the way Bobby