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

while beside
him, Angie groaned. It was clear they both knew he was talking about something
other than a cake. “Why did I bother to bring you with me?”
    It was a rhetorical question, which he didn’t bother to
answer as he continued to observe the woman sitting across from him. Fancy
turned her head to address her employee, who had gone back to her post behind
the counter. “Jamie, can you ask Sal to bring out the samples for Ms. Beckett
to try?”
    “Sure.”
    A grin spread across Brody’s face. It didn’t escape his
notice that he was intentionally left out of her question. Well, we’ll just
see about that. He was looking forward to tasting anything the beautiful baker
was offering.
    Sal, a short, older man, dressed in white with an apron
wrapped around his waist, brought out a tray laden with several small plates,
topped with slices of assorted cakes—each one more delicious looking than the
last. The man had also supplied two forks so Brody didn’t have to search for
one or use his fingers. Either way, he was definitely sampling the delicacies. He
listened as Fancy explained each one, from the type of cake and filling to the
icing, and then stole a bite after Angie had taken hers. They were so
delicious, he had no shame in taking a second taste of each. If the rest of
Fancy’s pastries were this good, he was going to be stopping in often. The
bonus to that was he’d be seeing a lot more of her, and a plan of seduction
began to take root in his mind.
    In the end, he and Angie agreed the best one was the
champagne cake with a strawberry buttercream filling and fondant icing. The
women then discussed the decorations for the cake and Fancy explained what
Angie needed to order from her florist. As the baker finished writing up the
order and took the deposit check, Brody sipped the last of his coffee. When she
handed Angie the receipt and a business card, he held out his hand. “Mind if I
get one of those business cards, too?”
    If he hadn’t been observing her so intently, he might have
missed the fraction of a second’s hesitation before she gave him a forced
smile. “Sure. Are you planning on getting married soon, too?”
    He smirked as he accepted the small card. “You never know,
darlin’. I’m just waiting for the right woman to come along, and one never
knows when their soul mate will cross their path.”
    The sadness which briefly clouded her eyes wasn’t lost on him,
and he wondered what had brought it on—the word “soul mate,” maybe? Whatever it
was from, it didn’t scare him off. In fact, it made him want to take her into
his arms and comfort her, among other things. For now, though, he would leave
things be and look forward to the next time he visited Miss Fancy Maguire’s
bakery—which he was planning on doing tomorrow.
    After they’d climbed into his truck with the bag full of
cinnamon rolls, Brody noticed Angie grinning at him in amusement. “What? What’s
that look for?”
    Shrugging her shoulder, she snickered. “It looks like the pretty
baker teased more than your taste buds.”
    Laughing, he started the engine. “That she did, you little
brat. And I plan on having her tease me some more real soon.”
    “Well, you still haven’t told me who you’re bringing to the
wedding. Maybe you can bring her. I like her.”
    He pursed his lips and tilted his head to the side. All of
his buddies had settled down, and the funny thing was everyone had thought
Brody would be the first to fall. “Maybe…and I like her, too.”
    There was a moment of silence between them as he pulled out
of the parking lot into the afternoon traffic. “Brody? Do you mind stopping at
Donovan’s for another cup of coffee? There’s something I want to talk to you
about.”
    At her wistful tone, his eyes narrowed as he glanced at her.
“Everything all right, sweetheart?”
    “Yes! Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you. I just. . .well,
I’ll explain when we get there.”
    Relieved there wasn’t