Must Love Frosting (Must Love Diamonds 1)

Honor sighed and scooped up a finger-full of frosting like she’d seen the sexy photographer do. No matter how many cakes she made, she still loved the decadent butter cream.

Too bad sugar doesn’t solve man problems.

Problems? She stiffened her spine as the thought tr

iggered a spike of annoyance. The man’s snub wasn’t a problem—it was a blessing. Right?

Right.

Well…maybe.

Honor sighed. Okay, fine. She didn’t have time to date at the moment, but some fun with the hot photographer would’ve been a nice change from twenty-four-seven work. She wasn’t a one night stand kind of girl, but man, it had been a while, and with a guy like that, rules were meant to be broken.

“Hey, Sweetie Pie.”

She jumped at the male voice directly behind her.

Nope, she was going back to the snub definitely being a blessing. She had enough man problems. Make that friend problems. More like issues—or situations, or…whatever.

Sam’s arms slid around her waist to pull her back against his broad chest. As she considered who might be watching, suddenly the past few minutes made sense. He—the photographer—had seen her with Sam all night.

A new wave of disappointment rushed forward. Wasn’t that just her luck? Now she wanted to run after the guy and explain, but of course, she couldn’t do that.

Why did I let Sam talk me into this?

She turned around in her friend’s arms and leaned back a few inches. “We both know Penny’s gone already so ease up, Romeo.”

He dipped down to kiss her nose with a grin. “Her mom is still at the bar, and I can feel her sister’s glare stabbing between my shoulder blades as we snuggle.”

“What about the bride and groom?” she asked with a discrete glance past his shoulder. “I know they’re your friends, but I can’t afford to jeopardize my business with this little break-up scene.”

“They left after the Grand March so it’s not going to ruin anything for them. It’s the perfect time.”

Too bad they couldn’t have done it half an hour ago. Before she met the hot photographer. Maybe he would’ve offered her a shoulder to cry on.

No. Forget him.

“All right, then,” she said. “Let’s get this over with.”

“Let’s do it.”

Honor took a deep breath and pushed against his chest. Sam tried to grasp her arms, but she twisted free and strode toward the main entrance. His footsteps shadowed hers, and she threw a disgusted look at him over her shoulder. He gave her an awkward smile and reached to take her hand in his. She yanked her fingers away and kept walking.

“Honey—”

She whirled around to glare at him and felt a couple of her curls tumble loose. “Don’t try to make up for it now.”

With a self-conscious look toward the bar, Sam took her arm and attempted to usher her toward the door while speaking in a low voice. “Let’s go outside.”

“No. Right here’s fine.” She forced her voice louder. “Everyone saw what you did.”

“What did I do?” Sam asked, looking genuinely confused. Good.

“You couldn’t take your eyes off Penny all night.”

“And I suppose you hitting on that guy over by the cake was okay?”

Honor lifted her eyebrows.