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395 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 20, 2013
She positioned the cinnamon rolls for maximum smellage power and flipped on the fan. Cinnamon swarmed on the breeze.
“What are you doing with those?” Gabe used the large puppy-dog eyes to soulfully gaze upon the table.
“You mean the fresh, homemade cinnamon rolls that I just pulled out of the oven?” Betts drew up her knees, placed the book on them, and pretended to read. “They’re cooling.”
“Can I have one?” His eyes hadn’t moved from the pan. “Just that little one right there.” Gabe licked his lips and pointed.
“I don’t think so. I’m pretty hungry.” His pecs flexed as he pulled off his work gloves and stuffed them in his back pocket. He shoved his hands in his front pockets, making the jeans ride an inch lower on his hips and exposing the muscular V of his lower abs.
“What do you want?”
You. Thank God, she hadn’t said it out loud. “How about a trade? One roll for a week’s worth of bathtub privileges?”

