Heath pointed at her with his glass. “I’m telling you, your best bet is a sex tape. And not your average run-of-the-mill sex tape either. Something wild. I mean, no farm animals because that’s just wrong, but I say you push the limits of what two consenting adults can get up to. Maybe three, if you really want to push the boundaries.”
Lyric cocked her head to the side and looked at her husband. “Have you ever pushed those boundaries?”
Heath shot her a deliberately lascivious look. “Baby, we push those boundaries every day.”
“I meant the three people boundary.”
“Oh. Umm—”
Dalton’s brows rose as Heath squirmed a little. Quarterbacks, man. Quarterbacks.
“Honestly, darlin’, I can’t remember what I got up to before you came back into my life—”
Harmony snorted. “Take that as a big fat yes.”
“I didn’t say that.” Heath’s face was turning red.
“But you didn’t not say it either.” Harmony grinned. Clearly she loved making her brother-in-law uncomfortable.
“No need to get so freaked out. I figured you had.” Lyric went back to her computer screen.
“You figured I had?” Heath’s voice was so high it was squeaky.
“Of course. Statistics say—”
“Oh no.” Harmony shook her head. “You are not going to start spouting statistics. We’ll be here all night and I’ll be no closer to ruination. I can’t afford that. I need to shake my good girl reputation once and for all.”
Dalton nearly choked on his wine. “Good girl reputation? You?”
The look she gave him was cold enough for him to feel like he had frostbite on his ass. “There’s a lot about me you don’t know.”
“Obviously.” He was about to ask about all those things he didn’t know, but Heath rolled right over him.
“I’m telling you, nothing will get Livinia’s panties in a wad faster than a sex tape. And if you do it with a Democrat or a vegetarian, she’ll drop you even faster.”
“Okay, that’s it.” Dalton threw up his hands. “What is really going on here?” Because none of this made any sense to him at all, and the only thing he was sure of right now was that Harmony was not doing a sex tape. And she sure as hell wasn’t doing one with someone other than him.
Heath looked at him like he was an idiot who needed to get with the conversation. “Livinia won’t sign off on Harm’s new TV show being filmed in their bakery in San Angelo. Food Network came knocking and wants Harm to do a show called Badass Baker, but they want the Harmony who won Cupcake Cage Match and not the innocent little baker from San Angelo.” He sounded so nonchalant.
“Wait a minute, Food Network wants to give you your own cooking show?” He one-arm-hugged Harm, who still didn’t respond. “That’s awesome.”
“I know, right?” Lyric beamed with pride. “Only now, she has to get our mother to sign off on it, and the only way Harm thinks we can get her to sell her half of the bakery to Harm is if Harm no longer is the good girl the town thinks she is.”
“Wait, the town thinks Harm is a good girl? And what’s Cupcake Cage Match?” He’d never heard of it. Not that he watched all that much TV, but when he did, he usually at least cruised past Food Network.
Harm still wasn’t speaking to him. That was starting to get on his nerves.
“It’s some sort of underground baking competition turned fight club. Sounds weird to me.” Heath’s shrug said, what can you do?
Dalton could think of a whole hell of a lot to do, most of which included him turning Harmony over his knee and spanking her—and doing other things—until she came. A cupcake fight club? What the hell?
“It’s not as weird as it sounds. It’s a great honor and obviously one that the network execs are paying attention to.” Harm downed her wine in one long swallow. “And it’s not a fight club. It’s a mixed martial arts baking competition. Sort of like Cupcake Wars, only instead of sending competitors home if they don’t win the round, they have to cage fight to move on.”
“Like MMA cage fighting to knockout?” Now he was intrigued. He could totally see Harm winning that—and looking like a million bucks in some tiny bathing suit as she did.
“Yes. And before you ask, I’ve only had to fight a couple times. But I was always ready.” It looked like she was talking to him again.
“I have no doubt.” He grinned at her. “You’re totally going to be the next Food Network star. I can see it now.”