Tickle His Fancy: Trident Security Book 6 (Trident Security Series) Read Free

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some of them did.
    Holding open the door to Fancy Creations for Angie, he
followed her inside and inhaled deeply. Holy crap, it’s a diabetic’s
nightmare in here . Thank God, he wasn’t a diabetic. His mouth watered at
all the delicious smells. He was definitely going to have to take some of the
sweet confections home with him.
    A college-age woman putting a tray of goodies in a display
case smiled and greeted them. “Hi, what can I get you today? We have some fresh
cinnamon rolls that just came out of the oven.”
    Angie stepped over to the counter in between the display
cases, which had several covered trays on top of them filled with cookies and
cupcakes. “Hi. We have an appointment with Fancy about a wedding cake.”
    “Oh, sure. She’ll be out in a minute.” The cute blonde
pointed at a few tables on the opposite side of the shop, several of which were
taken by people chatting and eating pastries. “You can have a seat over there.
Can I bring you some coffee?”
    “That would be great, thanks.”
    Stepping over to the coffee machine, she glanced at Brody and
got her first unobstructed view of him, her eyes growing wide as she took in
his six-foot-two, two-hundred-fifty-pounds-of-solid-muscle body. His mouth
moved upward into the dimpled grin which made many a woman drop to her knees in
front of him, and let his Texas drawl rumble out a little stronger than usual.
“Thanks, darlin’. Milk and sugar in both. Can ya’ll box up a dozen of those
cinnamon rolls for me, too? I’ll bring ‘em back to work for everyone.”
    When he winked at her, a blush appeared on her cheeks before
she nodded and almost knocked over a tower of unused coffee cups. Following
Angie over to the table, Brody sat next to her as she rolled her eyes. Leaning
closer to him so she couldn’t be overheard, she teased, “You’re such a
man-whore, Egghead.”
    “It’s a God-given talent to make women of all ages blush, and
I’m damn glad he blessed me with it.” Part of him was being cocky, but his
friends all knew it was true. He was a natural flirt, and nothing turned him on
more than when a woman blushed, as he imagined what other parts of her body
would turn the same shade of pink.
    She laughed at him, and then her eyes shifted toward the door
to the shop’s kitchen. He followed her gaze and his mouth watered once more at
what he saw. The woman walking toward them was about five foot five with curves
that could knock a man’s eyes out of their sockets. The fact that she was
wearing an unflattering white chef’s outfit did nothing to stop his
appreciation of her luscious body. Her auburn hair was pulled up into a neat
bun at the crown of her head, and her brilliant, green eyes reminded him of the
soft moss found in the forest surrounding Trident’s safe house in North
Carolina. In his mind, her movements slowed, and some cheesy porn music began
to play. Her smile lit up the room and caused a stirring in his groin.
    She was only a few steps away when he realized he was
staring. Giving himself a mental shake, he stood as she reached them.
    “Hi, I’m Fancy Maguire.” Her gaze was focused on Angie, who
had remained seated. “You must be Angie and Ian. It’s so nice to meet you.”
    Brody snorted. “Not.” At her startled expression, he
scrambled to clarify. “Sorry. This is Angie, but I’m not Ian.”
    Glancing at a clipboard and papers she’d brought with her
along with a photo album, she frowned. “I’m sorry. Did I get that wrong when I
spoke to you on the phone?”
    Smacking Brody’s hip, Angie rolled her eyes. “No, you didn’t.
This is our friend, Brody. My fiancé, Ian, was called out of town on business,
so I dragged him with me.”
    The baker was clearly relieved with that information if her
sigh was any indication. “Oh, good. Thought I’d made an error from the get-go,
which isn’t a way to make a good impression in this business.”
    When Fancy extended her hand toward Brody, he took it in both
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