““What’s in the box?” Sloane glanced to her hands. Box? Oh! “Cupcakes. For you.” A flush heated her skin, but she forced herself to ignore it. “Kind of a thank you for doing this today.” “You brought me cupcakes?” It had been a dumb idea, bringing cupcakes to a gym. To a guy who looked like Sloane—he obviously didn’t eat a lot of sweets. “You can throw them away.” “Hey, Michaels, I’ll take the cupcakes,” one of the men shouted. Sloane’s eyes took on a tinge of smoldering sienna color. He snapped his head around toward the man. “Touch them and die, Carson. She brought them for me.” He took the box from her and shoved them under his right arm. A grin broke out over his face. “Right, Kat? Just for me.””
