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now?”
    “Of course you’re Jude Delecroix. What? Do I live under a fucking rock?!?! Apology accepted; however let’s get something straight, Jude Delecroix.” She drags my name out as she says it. “I do not give a flying fuck if you are a sexy as sin rock God who I may or may not have imagined naked once… or twice. God, you’re hot! Ok, I said it, but see here, Mister! That girl is my best friend and if you hurt her… if you so much as make her feel the impulse to smack you again, I will personally unleash my bat shit crazy on you and your world will in fact forever be rocked, because I will break your ass and then throw you in the swamp with the gators. Got it?” She flips her hair and smiles deviously into my eyes.
    I’m speechless, but oddly I like this chick. I smile at her, a real smile that reaches my eyes and makes the laugh lines and my dimple come out. “Got it, Cujo.” Then I look at Lexi, really look at her and speak directly to her. “I promise you I will not hurt you. I will do everything within my power not to hurt you.”
    Lexi audibly swallows and looks away from me.
    “Awesome. By the way, I’m Bradi.” And she winks.
    “Well it’s nice to meet you, Bradi. I’m certain I’ll see you around.”
    With that, Lexi brings her head back to me and gives me a small smile.
    “Oh, you will indeed. Lexi and I will be at the concert tomorrow night. In the front row. Ogling your hotness.”
    Lexi’s cheeks burst into color and she does the lip biting thing that used to drive me crazy. Lustful thoughts about that mouth return, but I beat them down… for now. “Is that a fact? Well how about I get you lovely ladies backstage passes? Lex? The guys will be happy to see you again, and backstage is a better seat than front row. You know, the best place to ‘ogle my hotness’ is from backstage.” I can’t help teasing her.
    “Works for me, Rock Star. Now I need to grab my coffee and get to the office. Just had to check on my girl. By the way, how’s the Mason wedding cake coming along?”
    Lexi’s mouth drops open and a look of horror comes over her face. “Shit! The Mason wedding cake. Oh shit!” She jumps up from the table, knocking the chair backwards, and runs into the kitchen.

Chapter Eight
    Lexi

    O h shit. Oh shit. Please don’t let them be burnt. Shit! I was so wrapped up in Jude that I completely forgot about the cakes. But seriously? Did that really just happen? Touching him was just like before. It was electric. I want to jump him. I want to crawl onto his lap and fuse my mouth to his, clashing our teeth together, and suck on his tongue. I need to kiss him until I can’t breathe. Or kiss him until I can breathe again. And I think he wanted me too. I saw it… his eyes told me he wanted me. Is it possible? Does he still want me?
    Miraculously, the cakes are not too burnt. I can shave the bottoms and it will be fine. Thank God! That was four hours’ worth of work I would’ve had to start over.
    Placing the cakes on the rack to cool, I fall back against the counter as I try to catch my breath and slow my racing heart.
    My fists are clenched and I’m digging my nails into my palms trying to get my equilibrium back under control. Because all I really want to do is march back out there, to the middle of my shop, and climb onto him… and let him climb inside of me .
    The urge to run my hands all over his body and explore the new tattoos with my fingers and tongue are so strong that the biting of my nails into my palm is literally the only thing stopping me.
    The kitchen door opens, “Lex? Is everything ok?”
    He’s in my kitchen before I can school my expression. He sees it all. Me holding myself against the counter, worrying my lip, digging my nails into my palms, my breasts rising and falling with my erratic breaths, and my eyes. He can clearly see the longing in my eyes.
    His eyes mirror mine.
    He freezes and we just watch each other. Our eyes are having the conversation