Cake Walk: Homemade Heat, #2
By Abby Knox
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Cara
I found the perfect spot to sell my cakes for my preschool's fundraiser: smack in the middle of the town's most exclusive gated community. That has everything to do with where the money is, and probably nothing to do with catching a glimpse of my dad's gorgeous best friend, Michael.
Michael
I don't remember how I ended up as the enforcer for the homeowners association, but I truly give no crap if some cute blonde wants to sell cakes on my street to raise money for the local preschool. When I discover that the cute blonde is my best friend's daughter, I have to enforce the rules to make Cara go away. Far, far away, before I act on my feelings. Because my feelings are wrong…right?
Abby Knox
Abby Knox writes feel-good, high-heat romance that she herself would want to read. Readers have described her stories as quirky, sexy, adorable, and hilarious. All of that adds up to Abby’s overall goal in life: to be kind and to have fun! Abby’s favorite tropes include: Forced proximity, opposites attract, grumpy/sunshine, age gap, boss/employee, fated mates/insta-love, and more. Abby is heavily influenced by Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Gilmore Girls, and LOST. But don't worry, she won’t ever make you suffer like Luke & Lorelai. If any or all of that connects with you, then you came to the right place.
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Cake Walk - Abby Knox
Chapter One
Michael
The pounding on my front door matches the pounding in my head. I roll to the empty side of my California king and shove the cool, unused pillow over my ears and eyes to blot out the rude interruption to my whiskey-soaked slumber.
The knocking continues, now with fresh urgency.
Emitting a groan mixed with a yawn, I rub my bloodshot eyes. In my season of life, a man my age should be too busy morning-fucking his wife even to notice some idiot knocking at 7:52 a.m. on a Saturday. A pair of soft thighs covering my ears seems like a most effective and pleasurable way to block out noise.
No such luck for me; the knocking continues.
I could ignore it. I shouldn’t; it could be HOA business, and I hate HOA business. On the other hand, maybe it’s not that. Perhaps I’ll get lucky. I grin ruefully, fantasizing that it could be the woman of my dreams knocking on my door. Wouldn’t that be the bee’s knees to fall in love at first sight at the age of 46?
Harrumphing, I sit up and look at the front door camera that’s connected to my phone. It’s my neighbor, Mrs. Hurley. Local busybody—not the woman of my dreams.
I shuffle to the front door and open it four inches precisely, not enough for her to stick her foot inside and take just a quick moment
of my time to complain about the height of someone’s lawn or the peeling paint on someone’s mailbox.
Yeah,
I grunt.
If she’s annoyed by my abruptness and appearance—I didn’t bother checking a mirror before answering the door in only my pajama bottoms—her oversized sunglasses and Botox camouflage that fact.
Mr. Brennan. I’m sorry to wake you—
Are you?
I ask though she doesn’t hear it or acknowledge my question because she keeps right on yapping.
—but everyone is asking, did you issue a permit for this…this yard sale today? Because I don’t recall voting on a special exemption.
I rub the pads of my thumb and forefinger into my eyelids to clear the cobwebs caused by too much whiskey the night before and because I have no idea what Mrs. Hurley is babbling about.
I also don’t like the way she said yard sale
as if the idea of it is beneath her, like it’s equal to a tick on the tush of her obnoxious little terrier.
Huh?
is all I can muster in the way of requesting more information.
Impatiently, Mrs. Hurley rams my door open wide; the force of it catches me off guard, and I stumble backward. Those new barre classes at the clubhouse are working for Mrs. Hurley’s core strength.
Bleary-eyed, I look past her and follow her pointing beige talons.
Huh,
I remark, staring at the unusual sight at my best friend Bill’s driveway.
Is that all you have to say, Mr. President?
How I ever got roped into serving as the HOA president, I’ll never know. The velvet fog of retirement made me agree to volunteer
for one thing or another, and as a newbie to Fox Chase life, the affluent suburbanites got their claws into me early. But I intend to weasel out as soon as possible.
No. I’d also say that’s not something you see every day in Fox Chase.
A line of people stretches from Bill’s curb at the corner of Vixen Court and around Hunter Drive. Cars are easing their way around each other, drivers looking for places to park where there are none.
There is a Hyundai parked in front of my house right now. A Hyundai!
Mrs. Hurley is chapping my last nerve. Not to mention her colossal beach bag is partially blocking my view of something particularly pleasing.
In Bill’s driveway, a soft, curvy female wearing a yellow sundress scurries around, arranging colorful items on long tables. The set-up does sort of look like a yard sale, but not exactly. It seems a little more festive than the yard sales my dad used to let me tag along to, while he scoped out deals on rusty hammers and socket wrenches. This ain’t that. I see balloons and cutesy little pendant banners in bright colors. Gingham tablecloths. There’s one of those portable awnings set up at a checkout station, presumably to keep the sun at bay from all that skin she’s showing in that sundress. It’s all very quaint. But none of the charm comes close to that damn dress that taunts the hell out of me at the moment; its spaghetti straps show off her long, tanned arms and delicate collarbones; the length of the yellow chiffon hangs just short enough to reveal a pair of solid and feminine thighs. Mrs. Hurley is still pointing, so I feel free to keep staring, noticing the way this strange woman’s butt jiggles under the wispy fabric. She looks as delicious as lemon meringue, and the thought of lemons—and her lemons in my mouth—makes my mouth water.
It’s been way too long since I grabbed on to a soft, squeezable