Drop, Cover, and Hold On (The Improbable Meet-Cute, #4)

by Jasmine Guillory

Rude, depressingly attractive jerk that he was. That was one of the worst things about all of this: not only were all of his baked goods mouthwateringly good but he was also incredibly hot.

Maybe those extra pastries were because he was trying to fatten her up so he could eat her,

like a fairy-tale villain.

“Are you flirting with me? Here? Now?” Was she imagining this? If not, he had to be concussed or something.

you were really great at baking but bad at counting. Frankly, I was worried that your business wouldn’t succeed if you kept giving everyone so much free stuff.”

“I wasn’t giving everyone free stuff. I was giving you free stuff. Because I fell for you that first moment I heard you laugh that day.”

“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve dreamed of this?” he said in her ear. She shook her head as she looked at him. “So many times,” he said. “But the reality is far better than my imagination.”