Sweet Possession (Sweet #5)(18)

“Snack?” Lyric asked hopefully. “It’s not carrots or celery sticks, is it?”

Faith’s eyes twinkled and her smile broadened. “No, I made cupcakes.”

Lyric decided she was really a lesbian and immediately plotted to steal Faith away from Gray. She loved anyone who offered her a cupcake.

“I’d love one,” Lyric said with a little too much excitement.

The two women entered the spacious kitchen and Lyric caught her breath. It sounded silly, but this was the first time she’d been in an actual home in a long time. The kitchen was cheerful and warm and it reminded Lyric of long-ago moments with her own mother.

“I have strawberry with cream cheese frosting, or vanilla with chocolate frosting,” Faith said.

Lyric hesitated and stared at the perfectly iced cupcakes on the platter in the center of the island.

“Or you could have one of each,” Faith offered.

“Sold!”

Faith laughed and handed over two of the cupcakes.

Lyric bit into the strawberry cupcake first and sighed. It had been a long time since something so simple as a cupcake made her happy, but at the moment she couldn’t imagine anything better.

“Would you like something for your headache? I have ibuprofen and Tylenol.”

Lyric licked frosting from her lip and shook her head. “Connor took good care of me. He bought some Excedrin.”

“I’m glad,” Faith said softly, “that he’s taking good care of you. Connor . . . He can be difficult.”

Lyric cracked up. She couldn’t help it. Faith gave her a bewildered look and Lyric set the chocolate cupcake down on the island.

“Most people would say I’m the difficult one. You know, spoiled pop star diva? I’m sure it’s all been said more than once.”

Faith frowned. “We women have to stick together. Never admit you’re more trouble than a man even if it’s the truth. It’s better if they get it in their heads early that they are the source of all angst in this world.”

Lyric smudged her finger over the top of the cupcake and sucked the frosting from the tip. “I think you are a very wise woman, Faith. I had you pegged as a total Susie Sunshine, and when I saw your neighborhood I figured you for a Stepford wife. I’m relieved that I was wrong on all counts.”

“Hmmm. Susie Sunshine. That’s a new one. I’ll have to remember it for when Gray starts complaining that I’m mean.”

Lyric grinned.

“I want one of those cupcakes!”

Lyric turned to see Angelina enter the kitchen, her gaze fixed on the cupcake in Lyric’s hand like she was about to attack.

“You can’t have it,” Faith said in exasperation. “Micah would kill me.”

“He doesn’t have to know,” Angelina said pointedly.

“Don’t you give her one,” Faith said when Lyric started to hand a cupcake to Angelina. “She has to watch her blood sugar. She failed her first glucose tolerance test and they want to do a repeat. Until they get the results, she has to watch her sugar intake.”

“Wow, I take back what I said about you being nice,” Lyric said. “That’s pretty ruthless. Withholding sugar from a pregnant woman.”

“I’ll take that,” Julie said as she walked by and lifted the cupcake from Lyric’s hand.

Lyric shot her a dark look. “I’ve killed people for less.”

Julie’s eyebrow shot up. “And you people call me vicious. If she keeps that up, I’ll have to tell Connor to collar her.”

“Only if you want it wrapped around your mouth,” Lyric drawled.

“Did you all desert the guys?” Faith asked as she frowned at Julie.

“Oh, they’re out bonding over charcoal,” Angelina said with a wave of her hand. “You know what happens when you mix men, lighter fluid, a grill and beer.”

“Sit,” Faith directed Angelina. “I swear I don’t know how you stand. You’re all belly. It seems like you’d teeter over.”

Angelina scowled at Faith but hoisted herself up onto a bar stool. Julie took a seat across the bar from Angelina and arched an eyebrow in her direction.

“Okay, so give us the scoop, Angelina. When are you going to put Micah out of his misery?”

Faith shook her head. “It’s like déjà vu. We had this same conversation with Serena before she married Damon.”

Lyric shifted from one foot to the other. As if sensing Lyric’s discomfort, Faith turned to explain.

“Serena is our other best friend and she made Damon wait before she agreed to marry him.”

“Yes, but she waited because she wasn’t sure,” Angelina softly interjected. “That’s not the case here. I’d marry Micah tomorrow, but I have to be sure this is what he wants. I won’t be second best. I won’t have him marry me because he feels it’s the right thing to do.”

Faith moved beside Angelina and wrapped an arm around her. “He loves you, honey. He loves you and Nia so much. You’re all he talks about at work. The guys avoid him because he drives them crazy asking them baby stuff they don’t have a clue about.”

“That’s sweet,” Lyric murmured.

Angelina sighed. “He’s great. Really, he is. He’s been so wonderful with me and the baby. I’m crazy about him and I don’t want to be without him.”