“Easy,” I interrupt. “I’ve never turned down a challenge. I’mnot sure you’re ready for me to take you up on this one.”
Belle lets out a long yawn before her smile returns. “Youmight be right about that. I’m exhausted.”
“That’s because I, a real man and not a pastry, f****d youstupid in a hot spring,” I remind her.
Her face flushes again, and she hides it behind another bite.Once she swallows, she leans back on the couch with acontented sigh. “Thanks for the desserts. I don’t usually havesuch a crazy sweet tooth.”
“I find that hard to believe. You just ate an ice cream sundaeand three donuts.”
She narrows her eyes. “I thought we didn’t need to keep track,Mr. Owner? I had no idea you were taking inventory.”
“When someone is inhaling conf
