“Tell me, Pip, how was I looking at Goldie?” Pippa begins to carefully place the cupcakes she’d iced in a white box. “Like you wanted to eat her or something. I don’t know. Don’t let it happen again.” Cade’s eyes find mine for a fraction of a second. He shrugs, acting nonchalant. “Had to have a taste for myself.” Using the same finger that’s covered in his saliva, I take another swipe of icing and pop it into my mouth. “And what’d you think?” I ask. His words are said to Pippa, but his eyes stay locked on me. “I think that’s your best batch yet, Pip.”
