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coaster. He left her feeling breathless, scared to death, and never wanting to get on again. She didn’t like it. Him.

      She held up his jacket. “And just so you know, I’m not doing this for you. I’m doing it for Gertie.”

      CHAPTER THREE

      BY THE TIME Caleb changed into a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and then returned to the patio, the table had been transformed with china, crystal glasses and a glass-blown vase filled with yellow and pink roses from the garden. Very feminine. Very Grams. “You’ve gone all out.”

      “I enjoy having company.” Beaming, Grams patted the seat next to her. “Sit and eat.”

      Caleb sat next to her. He stared across the table at Becca.

      What was she doing here?

      He wanted to speak to Grams alone, to talk about Becca and his concerns about the so-called dog consultant and if she was exploiting his grandmother’s generosity.

      Sneaky scam artist or sweet dog lover? Becca seemed to be a contradiction, one that confused him.

      On their way to the kennel, he’d sensed a connection. Something he hadn’t felt in over a year. Maybe two. Not since … Cassandra. But he knew better than to trust those kinds of emotions with a total stranger.

      Becca wasn’t his usual type—Caleb casually dated high-powered professional women—but he’d found himself flirting and having fun with her until she’d had to ruin the moment with her ridiculous grandmother-is-lonely spiel.

      Becca was wrong. He couldn’t wait to prove how wrong.

      He sliced through his cake with his fork. The silver tines pinged against the porcelain plate.

      As if he wanted or needed anything from Becca Taylor other than her lint roller.

      “You must be hungry,” Grams said.

      Nodding, he took a bite.

      Becca drank from her glass of ice water.

      “Do the dogs usually stay in the kennel all day?” he asked. A rivulet of condensation rolled down her glass. She placed it on the corner of the yellow floral placemat. “No, they are out most of the time, but if they were here they’d be going crazy over the cake.”

      “Dogs eat cake?” he asked.

      Becca refilled her water from a glass pitcher with lemons floating on the top.

      A guilty expression crossed Grams’s face. “I never give them a lot. Never any chocolate. But when they stare up at me as if they’re starving, it’s too hard not to give them a taste.”

      “Those dogs know exactly how to get what they want.” Laughter filled Becca’s eyes. “They’re spoiled rotten.”

      “Nothing wrong with being spoiled and pampered,” Grams agreed.

      “Not at all.” Becca sounded wistful. “I’d love to be one of your dogs.”

      Her words surprised Caleb. She didn’t seem like the primping and pampering type. But what did he really know about her? He sipped his iced tea.

      She picked up her fork and sliced off a bite of cake. Her lips parted.

      Fair Face made a lipstick that plumped lips, making them fuller and, according to the marketing department, more desirable. Becca’s lips were perfect the way they were.

      She raised the fork.

      Like a moth to a blowtorch, Caleb watched her, unable to look away. He placed his glass on the table.

      She brought the fork closer to her mouth until her lips closed around the end.

      The sweat at the back on his neck had caused the collar on his T-shirt to shrink two sizes in the past ten seconds.

      She pulled out the empty fork. A dab of enticing frosting was stuck on the corner of her mouth.

      A very lickable position.

      What the hell was he thinking? Caleb wasn’t into licking. At least not his grandmother’s employee, one who claimed to know more about Grams’s than he did.

      The woman was dangerous. Caleb forced himself to look away.

      If making him feel worse had been Becca’s goal, she’d succeeded. Not only worse, but also aggravated. Annoyed. Attracted.

      No, not attracted. Distracted. By the frosting.

      His gaze strayed back to the creamy dab on Becca’s face.

      Yes, that was it. The icing. He placed his fork on the plate. Not the lick …

      “Please don’t tell me you’re finished?” Grams asked, sounding distressed he hadn’t eaten the whole slice.

      The last thing Caleb wanted was more cake. He needed to figure out what was going on with Becca, then get out of here. “Letting the food settle before I eat more.”

      He sneaked a peek at Becca.

      The tip of her pink tongue darted out, licking her top lip to remove the bit of frosting before disappearing back into her mouth.

      Caleb stuck two fingers inside his collar and tugged. Hard. The afternoon heat was making him sweat. Maybe he should head to the gym instead of back to work. Doing today’s workout at the gym might clear his head and help him focus on the right things.

      He wiped his mouth with a yellow napkin. Becca should have used hers instead of her tongue to remove the icing.

      Maybe Becca was trying to be provocative and flirty. Maybe Becca saw dollar signs when she looked at him as Cassandra had. Maybe Becca didn’t want him to object to her involvement with Gertie. His grandmother had to be the mark here, not him.

      “The cake is delicious. Moist,” he said. “The frosting has the right amount of sweetness.”

      Eyes bright, Grams leaned forward over the table. “I’m so happy you like it. I’ve been working hard on the recipe.”

      With a sweet grin that made him think of cotton candy, Becca motioned to her plate. Only half the slice remained. “I think you’ve perfected it.”

      Grams chuckled. “Took me enough attempts.”

      “I’ve enjoyed each and every slice.” Becca patted her trim waistline. “As you can tell.”

      “Nonsense,” Grams said. “You have a lovely figure. Besides, a few slices of cake never hurt anybody. Men like curves, isn’t that right, Caleb?”

      He choked on the cake in his mouth. Becca’s curves were the last thing he should be looking at right now. Not that he hadn’t checked them out before. “Mmmm-hmmm.”

      “See,” Grams said lightheartedly.

      Warm affection filled Becca’s eyes. “I’m sold.”

      Caleb’s gaze darted between the two women. Grams treated Becca more like a friend than an employee. That was typical of his grandmother’s interactions with her staff, including the dowdy Mrs. Harrison, a fortysomething widow who preferred to go by her last name.

      Still, Grams and Becca’s familiarity added to his suspicions given the differences in their social status, personalities and ages. His grandmother always took in strays and treated them well. Becca seemed to be playing along with her role in that scenario, but adding a twist by making sure she was becoming indispensable and irreplaceable.

      Something was definitely off here. “Grams is an excellent baker.”

      “You should have been here on Monday,” Becca said. “Gertie knocked it out of the park with her Black Forest cake. Seriously to-die-for.”

      “Black Forest cake?” he asked.

      Grams nodded with a knowing gleam in her eyes. “Your favorite.”

      That

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