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disapprovingly; it wasn’t a healthy way to live. And then there were those burgeoning, warm, and almost all-consuming feelings for that little bobcat…
    No, he shouldn’t think about her right now. He’d been obsessing over their last encounter since it happened; he ought to give his mind and lusty imagination a rest. Oh, if only he could; not that he actually wanted too, and his wolf wouldn’t allow that anyway. The damn beast was besotted with the sexy cat.
    Carly chewed her lip. Casey reflected that she was kind of cute. He’d never really considered her as a viable female before; she wasn’t his type. To be honest, he’d always gone for tall, scary blondes. And always regretted it… time to get a new type . Perhaps his type was a small, petite, golden blonde bobcat. His wolf howled in agreement.
    After a few minutes of silence, Carly smiled tightly. “Not, that you’re not welcome here, Casey, but was there something you wanted?”
    Casey dug his hands into his pockets, on finding his lucky charm he felt immediately reassured, and his wolf growled encouragingly. “I heard you were opening a cake shop… and I… umm… I was wondering if you would be hiring.”
    Carly’s face showed her obvious surprise. “You? You want to work in a cake shop?” she asked slowly.
    Casey felt heat dust his cheeks. “Yes,” he replied, softly.
    He knew he would get ribbed by his friends for this, he knew other males in the pack would consider it to be unmanly, and not the act of a male wolf, but at this point he could give a crap. Since an early age, it became very apparent to Casey that he wasn’t exactly cut out for manual labor. He found out the hard way when trying to help out his carpenter father… his thumb was sewn back on, and everything healed, so it was just best forgotten. Growing up, Casey did, however, enjoy baking with his grandmother, Jeanette. He always looked forward to visiting his grandmother after school every day, because it meant they were going to do some baking. It was a love he’d assiduously kept hidden from his friends, but he figured it was time he got over it and grew a pair.
    “Well, I… I…” Carly looked flustered. “I guess I’m just a little surprised.” She looked at him doubtfully. “I’m actually looking for people who can bake, and who like baking.”
    Casey squeezed his good luck charm. “I can and I do. I know why you’re unsure, but I’m the right person for this job. I mean unless you don’t think I’m up to it because I’m a guy…”
    Carly pursed her lips, and sent him a burst of annoyance that made him quiver. “Now, don’t start that sexist crap with me, young man. I don’t think anything of the sort. If I have any doubts about you, it has nothing to do with your gender and more to do with your own arrogant and silly behavior.”
    Casey’s face fell, and Carly felt a tad guilty. “I’m sorry…”
    “No,” he interrupted as his wolf licked his wounds. “You’re right, but I want to change that, starting now. I think this would be a wonderful opportunity if you’ll give me a chance.”
    He gave her his best puppy dog eyes, and he could see she wasn’t going to hold out.
    “If you’re sure this is what you want, of course, I’ll give you a chance, Casey,” she told him kindly.
    A huge grin spread over his handsome face, and he had to restrain himself from fist-pumping the air. “Thanks, Carly.”
    “Why don’t you make me a few things? So I can taste them, and see how good you are.”
    Casey nodded energetically. “Definitely, what would you like?”
    Carly spread her hands out. “Surprise me.”
    There was a knock at the door; Carly excused herself to answer it.
    Casey’s wolf howled, pleased at how this was going. If this worked out, he could quit his part-time job at the horse stables. Hunter’s father had been kind enough to give him a job, but Casey was the first to admit that mucking out horses did not float his boat.
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