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“I suppose I should be flattered you noticed.” “I’d have to be blind not to, Sascha. Your butt is as delicious as the cakes you bake.” He beamed at her again, in that way he had. One that combined sexy man with demented toddler—a mix that shouldn’t have been as appealing as it was. “And they’re better than any cakes I’ve ever had.”
“Can you walk in them?” he asked, eying their height doubtfully. She grinned, dared him, “Catch me if I fall?” He snorted, moved over ten steps away, then held out his arms. “Walk to Daddy.”
“I’d nod repeatedly here, but if I do, that counteracts the good in sitting still,” came her glum retort. “Think you can lie back on the table without moving your head too much?” Her eyes widened, and she gawked at him. “I fancy a snack that isn’t on the menu.”
“I’m like unicorn farts. I bring glitter and sparkles everywhere I go.” “Don’t forget cookies,” he added.
