Read My Sweetheart for Free Online

“I’ll email you about the next game. We should get together for lunch this week too. I’ll call you!” she shouted and then followed Tawni.
                  She turned and walked right into a brick wall. A sweaty brick wall. Kam was standing in front of her holding her platter in one hand and the last cupcake in the other.
                  “You forgot something,” he said eating the cupcake and smiling down at her.
                  Jane laughed and took the platter from him. “I’ve never seen anyone eat so many cupcakes. Which one was your favorite?” she asked curiously.
                  Kam tilted his head and thought about it as he casually took the rubber band out of his pony tail letting his long dark, wavy hair flow around his shoulders. She blinked in surprise. Holy crap. The man was beautiful.
                  “I loved the pineapple one but the banana one with the cream cheese frosting was amazing. I could eat two dozen of those easy,” he said looking at the empty platter with a frown.
                  Jane grinned. “I’ll be sure and make some of those for Saturday.”
                  “ What are you making for Saturday ?”
                  Jane turned around and saw Tate step toward her with a frown. Kam slapped Tate on the back and slung his arm around his shoulder.
                  “Jane’s making me more cupcakes. She’s coming with me to the party bro.”
                  Tate’s face hardened and his eyes went cold as he looked at Jane accusingly as if she’d been the one to ask Kam out. She blinked in surprise and frowned back at him.
                  “Kam, you know your mom put you on a diet. She told you only one dessert a day,” Tate said turning his head to look at his cousin.
                  Jane stared at Kam’s rock hard body and shook her head in confusion. The man did not need a diet. Kam laughed and punched Tate in the side. “She’s scared I’ll get diabetes like Dad. If you tell her how many cupcakes I ate I’ll break your leg,” he said, narrowing his eyes at Tate.
                  Tate grinned and held up his hands. “If you bring Jane Saturday how will she not know? She’ll be there.”
                  Kam frowned and looked at Jane. Jane laughed. “I get the feeling that the only reason you asked me out is for my cupcakes.”
                  Kam shrugged looking like a naughty boy. “The way to my heart is through my stomach. I can’t help that. When I find the woman who can cook as good as my mom, I’ll make her my wife. What else can you cook?” he asked curiously.
                  Jane caught Tate’s gaze and realized that he was not happy with the direction this conversation was going. Tough. Served him right.
                  “I can cook anything really. I think it runs in our family. My sisters are bakers too. You should try my sister Kit’s sourdough bread. It’s on the menu at the Iron Skillet if you’ve ever eaten there.”
                  Kam stared down at her looking intrigued. Tate cleared his throat and interrupted. “Kam, I think your dad is calling your name. He needs help with the equipment.”
                  Kam looked over his shoulder at a larger, older man calling his name and waved his hand. “Gotta go. See you Saturday Jane. And don’t forget to make a banana cupcake just for me,” he said with a wink and then turned and trotted toward his dad.
                  Jane waved goodbye and then let her smile slip. Tate was frowning at her. Again .
                  “What is your problem Tate? Do you always have to frown at me? You don’t have a problem smiling at everyone else,” she said angrily and turned and walked away, heading toward the parking lot and her