Icing On The Date (The Bannister Brothers #1) Read Online Free Page A

taken care of him without acting like he was a celebrity—which he wasn’t. He was just a jock who happened to be fairly good at the sport that he loved.
    But she’d acted like she’d never heard of him. Which was surprisingly nice. To be treated like a regular guy. Albeit a drunk regular guy who was making a fool of himself.
    He cringed as he recalled eating the frosting that he’d swiped off her chest. Which sounded much sexier than it really had been. He’d swiped it off the front of her shirt. Okay—it had been a little sexy. Especially when she’d licked that dab of chocolate off the end of her finger.
    She had great lips. And amazing hair. And she’d been sweet too—and not just the frosting on her chest. She’d seemed like a genuinely nice person.
    Too bad he was too drunk to make a good impression. She probably didn’t treat him like anything special because he hadn’t been special to her. She’d said she had to take care of her brother a lot. Maybe she just saw him as another idiot guy that couldn’t hold his liquor.
    But that kiss had been special.
    And he was sure she’d felt that too.
    He’d remembered the name of the bakery—Simply Sweet—and looked up the address. It wasn’t in the best neighborhood, but he knew the area located in a suburb of Denver, and it was full of hard-working middle-class businesses. The kind of businesses that got by, did well enough to pay the bills, and had the respect and support of the neighborhood.
    She’d seemed like one of those hard-working types of people. Her shop had good reviews and was rated highly in customer service and good product.
    He already knew she made great frosting. And she tasted like chocolate. And smelled like vanilla. Geez, now he didn’t know if he wanted to make out with her again or just have her bake him a cake. Or both.
    Yeah, it was probably both.
    He pushed open the door of the locker room. She probably wouldn’t do either of those things with the impression he’d left on her last night. Not if she saw him as a playboy lush.
    He needed to thank her for her help and her discretion the night before, then find a way to strengthen her opinion of him, to make a better impression this time around. He pulled off his glove and tossed it in his locker.
    First he needed to find her.
    ***
    Gabby raced through the living area of her apartment as she threw together the things she would need for the day.
    It was Sunday, so the bakery was closed, but she’d taken a big order for cupcakes and needed to use the kitchen to fill the order.
    Plus, she wanted to get them finished this morning so she’d have time to take out the treat truck that afternoon and hopefully capitalize on the after-church crowd who typically purchased cupcakes to take home for dessert.
    Her apartment was a little dated, but had the benefit of being located above the bakery so she didn’t have much of a commute to work and could use the bakery’s commercial-sized kitchen whenever she wanted. What it lacked in modern conveniences, it made up for by its location and the cheap rent. And really, dishwashers were overrated anyway.
    Thor, her small Terrier-Chihuahua mix sat on the couch, his attention divided between her frantic movements and the images on the television she’d turned on to catch the day’s weather report. Thor’s furry brown head bobbed back and forth as if watching a ping-pong match.
    She grabbed the box of cupcake wrappers that had been delivered yesterday, then stopped in her tracks as she heard the news anchor say a familiar name.
    Snatching up the remote control, she turned up the volume and sank to the sofa as an image of the couple that had stumbled into the restroom the night before appeared on the screen.
    Owen and Bridget, or Brittany—now she couldn’t remember which it was—were shown laughing in the club at The Crown Hotel, the table in front of them littered with empty shot glasses and a silver ice bucket holding a bottle of