Page 14 of Tangled Emotions

The cook leaned over to the window. “Evie told that counter guy to try Edie’s pie.”

“Not try.” Edie snapped. “She told him to taste my pie.”

I watched as all three men struggled not to laugh.

She put her hand on her hip, glaring at them all. “You guys suck.”

“Edie.” The tall one coughed and tried to catch his breath. “I’m sure Evie didn’t mean it that way.”

“I sure did. The way she’s been acting, someone needs to blow the excess flour off.” The youngest winked at me. “If you know what I mean.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Edith slapped her order pad on the counter and slammed through the door to the back.

I let out the laugh I’d been holding in and the guys joined me.

“Evelyn?” An older woman came through the doors, sighing in apparent frustration. “We need to talk.”

“Of course we do.” Evie heaved a sigh. “I’m comin’ ma. Gene.” She snapped at the brother sitting at the counter. “Manthe tables.” She walked away with her ponytail swinging and followed the matriarch to the back.

“Need a warmup?” The one Evie called Gene asked.

“Yeah.” I chuckled. “I’ll take one.”

“On a serious note? Edie bakes the pies, and no one has gone away sad.” Big E tossed to me before turning back to his grill.

I hoped Edie was still out here, so I had something pretty to look at, but the food would have to do. Besides, you can only feed one craving at a time.

Once I cleaned my plate, Gene came back and took it. “Can I get you anything else?”

Scratching my beard, I looked up at the chalkboard that listed all the dessert choices. The problem was they all sounded good. “Tell you what. Have Edie bring me a big slice of dealer’s choice.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You want Edith to pick oneandserve you?”

“S’what I said.”

“A man who lives dangerously.” He pressed his lips together in a line, nodded his head, and disappeared through the swinging door.

Not more than a minute later, the door swung open, and Edith pinned me with her stare. Her lips twisted to the side, then she disappeared in the back.

I drained my coffee and as I set the cup back on the counter; she came walking over with a plate. Setting it down, she gave me a shy smile.

“That ain’t pie.” I pointed to the dessert.

“Well, no shit.” She cocked her head, reached behind her to grab the coffee pot refilling my cup. “You don’t strike me as a pie man. So, I brought you what I thought you would eat.”

Damn. The mouth on this girl makes me want to do bad things that would get us both arrested.

I picked up a cookie and took a bite. With god as my witness, my dick was hard in an instant. Snickerdoodles were my favorite cookie. Hard to find homemade ones, and even harder to find some that could make you almost bust a nut.

“You made these?” I nodded to the plate.

“Yup.” She popped the p.

“They’re still warm.”

“I bake when I’m pissed.” She shrugged.

With a younger sister like Evelyn, I bet she does a lot of baking.