Page 135 of Unexpected Shot
“I was in denial,” Shelby says, and this time, it’s not of the smartass variety. “Which pains me to say, because I love being right.”
“I get it,” Kitty says, coming over and giving Shelby a side hug. “His dick is big isn’t it? What are we talking? Eight inches? Nine?”
“Kitty!” I shout, feeling slightly embarrassed, while also a little flattered. “This is a family establishment.”
“Oh, little Ace doesn’t know things yet,” she says before stepping in front of me. “It’s nine, isn’t it?”
“Who wants a scone!” I shout, needing this conversation to be over with.
Clearly my embarrassment doesn’t bother Shelby, who leans in to whisper something to Kitty.
“I knew it! Phyllis! It’s girthy!”
“You are trouble,” I say, taking Shelby by the arm and pulling her toward the display counter. “No more hanging out with Kitty and Phyllis for you.”
“Oh come on,” she says, clearly loving my mortification. “At least I didn’t lie and say it was small.”
I know I shouldn’t beat my chest at her words. I’m a grown man. But when your wife says you don’t have a small dick, it does something for a guy. “You know you’re going to pay for that when we get home.”
She pats my chest. “I’m counting on it.”
Taking a deep breath to calm myself down, Shelby and I start looking at the options Gabi has on display today. The best thing about Sugar and Sweets is that she has her staples, but there are always some surprises based on her mood or the seasons.
“There we go,” I say, opening the glass case to reach for a chai scone. “Want one?”
“Yeah…” Shelby’s response doesn’t sound definitive, though.
“Do you want something else?”
“I don’t know,” she says as she continues to look through the options. “Just checking if she made my favorite, but I’m not seeing them.”
“What are Shelby’s favorites? You know, in case I ever need to earn some brownie points. Wait, are they brownies?”
“Bad joke, Big Boy,” she says, but sighs as she stands up. “They’re lemon bars. But she rarely makes them.”
“Really?” I don’t think I’ve ever met someone whose number one choice in a pastry are lemon bars. Though, a tart dessert fits Shelby to a T. “If you like them, I bet Gabi would make them for you.”
“She does occasionally,” Shelby says. “I know they don't sellwell. I don't want to put her out just to have my favorite in stock whenever I want them. That’s selfish.”
“You know…” I lean in, pretending I’m about to tell her a secret. “I do have some pull around here. Just say the word, and I’ll get them added to the menu.”
“I’m not using my husband for desserts.”
“Why not? I'd use you in a heartbeat.”
I didn’t mean for it to come out in a bad way, but nonetheless, it earns me a playful slap on the chest.
“Just get me my scone. Or I’m going to tell Kitty and Phyllis I was exaggerating.”
“You wouldn’t!” I yell, but that just gets me a devilish grin from Shelby as she heads for an open table.
I take a pair of tongs to fish out the desserts, when I see my sister walking up next to me.
“You think because you own the place you can just take whatever you want?”
I smile as I do exactly that, adding an extra maple scone because they look delicious. “I believe the manager of the establishment once told me I didn’t have to pretend to need something, but I could come in whenever. Consider this whenever.”
I put the scones on a plate before bringing Gabi in for a huge hug. “Good to see you.”
