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could hear her rustling around and knew he still didn’t have her full attention which made him full blown angry… like he hadn’t been since being in the service. “Are you hungry, baby? Mommy will make her big boy something yummy, yes she will,” she said sweetly after a few grunts and some heavy breathing.
    Somehow the sound of her voice as she talked to her mutt made him wonder what she looked like. Upon realizing the direction of his thoughts, which was completely out of character for him these days, he forced himself to picture her as extremely ugly, exceptionally old, morbidly obese or any combination of those qualities. Standing up a little straighter and preparing to rip her a new one for being so disrespectful and rude, he was again caught off guard when she said, “Were you sleeping, Rusty?”
    Shock and awkwardness set in as he felt the lower half of his body respond to the husky sound of her voice saying his name, then the anger returned in full force.
    “Ms. Carlton, in case your parents never taught you this, let me give you some etiquette advice. Don’t call people by their first name or any variation of it until they give you permission to. Just because you give them consent to call you by your first name doesn’t mean that they have granted you the same liberties. You can address me as Mr. Hawkins, Master Sergeant or even Sir, but until I give permission you don’t address me as Rusty!” he said. That should show her or maybe even cause her to hang up on him.
    “Mmm… Sir, huh? I like that,” she said even more huskily and then laughed softly.
    She was flirting with him!
    Good grief… what the hell was wrong with him? Or her for that matter? She’d effectively turned him on simply from disobeying a direct order and trying to turn the fact that she’d been incredibly rude into a joke… or a come on.
    “I’m afraid you read too many books, Ms. Carlton,” he managed to choke out. “I’m also afraid you’ll have to call someone else, wake them up and then make your demands of them.”
    “Wait… please. I really need some help this weekend. My delivery driver quit and Renee… my other employee… only works part time and I don’t want my mom to feel like she has to stay and help out. Please, it’s just for Friday and Saturday. I can actually do the cleanup work on Sunday morning. I’ll skip church and everything to get it done myself, that way all you have to do is either deliver the cupcakes during the festival or run the shop while I make the deliveries. Please?” she said as though trying to explain away her earlier behavior.
    “Look… your lack of proper managerial skills or poor judgment when hiring people in the first place that has brought on this catastrophe of yours, does not constitute a problem for me,” he said, calming down some but still unwilling to agree to something he wouldn’t be around for anyway.
    “You’re a soldier, right? Soldiers are supposed to help people… I mean, you’re a hero and stuff. So I’m sorry for waking you up and threatening you about the advertising and everything… but please, Rusty?” she begged.
    “Just because I served in the military does not mean I’m a hero, Ms. Carlton,” he said, sucking in a painful breath. If she only knew how far from the truth her statement was…
    “Yes, you are… anyone willing to give up their life to defend their country is a hero. You agreed to that kind of sacrifice, if necessary, the minute you decided to be a soldier. Because you did so voluntarily, I’m not forced to and instead I get to make yummy desserts all day. Now you can be my personal champion by saving my behind from a bunch of high school kids who are counting on me to provide cupcakes that they will sell during the festival. Their portion of the proceeds will help cover their band trip this fall. Please, Rusty,” she finished in a husky whisper. She simply had to stop saying his name like that.
    “What part of the advice I