Charlie takes a step closer. He bends down to my eye level and lowers his voice. “I can bake all night.” A laugh bubbles up in my throat and past my lips before I manage to school my features. I lean toward Charlie, our noses inches apart. His gaze narrows on me. “I don’t believe you,” I say slowly. “I think when it comes down to it, you’re all talk, no bake.” His eyes shine. “I’m going to bake you a cake so good you’ll be ruined for all other cakes.” “Prove.” I prod a finger into his chest, and sweet hell, it’s like poking a steel door. “It.” “Done. I’ll see you tonight.” He turns and begins
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