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babes?” Aiden said.
    Josh checked his grimace at the mention of Kimmie Elias and turned it into his trademark ladies love me smirk. “Jealous?”
    Aiden grinned. “Of what you got or what you’re looking at? The blonde here ain’t going home with you tonight, bro.” Stocky, stubborn, and serious about the Irish part of his heritage, Aiden was usually the first to throw a punch and the last to fall. He was also more likely to actually take a woman home, despite Josh’s reputation. “She wouldn’t go home with you even if you were single,” Aiden added.
    “You want her, by all means, be my guest.” Until Josh got what he needed from Kimmie Elias, he had no intention of squashing the rumors in the gossip pages and small-time entertainment blogs.
    Was she his usual type?
    Absolutely not.
    But if Josh were a master at anything, it was spin. And he could spin his relationship with Kimmie until she cracked and surrendered half a dozen cupcake recipes.
    From what he knew about Kimmie, it should only take another day or two.
    Fast, easy solution to the problem Josh had accidentally stumbled over at Sweet Dreams.
    Would’ve been faster if he could’ve pulled the boss card and ordered Kimmie to give him some cupcake recipes, but then Marilyn would get involved, and then lawyers would get involved, and then the questions would start about why Josh wanted cupcake recipes. Far better to do this the subtle way.
    Josh lined up, eyeing the distance between the cue ball and the fourteen ball. He pointed to the side pocket, then settled in and took the shot.
    It bounced off the edge of the pocket.
    Aiden grinned an evil SOB grin. “Nice.” He circled the pool table. “Hey, rumor’s hitting the lab about layoffs and shutdowns.”
    Josh went hot under the collar. Spin, he could do. Lying to his best friend was something else. “Been six months since the last rumors. Run like clockwork, don’t they?”
    Aiden snorted. “That’s what I told Ralph.”
    “Ralph’s got issues.” But the truth was, Josh had issues. Clayton Kincaid, the man he called Dad and who had saved him from the streets almost twenty years ago, was even better with spin than Josh was. Probably because he had more experience. Odds were high Mom didn’t know Dad had been dipping into his retirement funds to keep Sweet Dreams running. And Mom wouldn’t have to know.
    Not if Josh could make his plan work.
    The sooner the better.
    “Nobody in marketing’s talking, huh?” Aiden said.
    “Too busy for rumors,” Josh said. It hadn’t been his intention to take a cushy job with the Kincaids’ family business—they’d done plenty for him, they hadn’t needed to coddle him through adulthood too—but he’d graduated at the top of his class at Georgetown, and he’d known he could give back what Mom and Dad had given him. He’d taken Dad’s offer, started at the bottom of the food chain, and worked his ass off.
    Josh was a damn good marketer. Dad liked to say Josh could’ve convinced a plumber to buy a leak.
    Aiden sank the five ball, then turned a grin on the blonde in the booth. He chalked his cue while he strolled around the table. “You tried Ralph’s Butternut Cream Clouds for the fall line?”
    Josh nodded.
    “Taste like shit,” Aiden said. “See why you’re busy.”
    Hence the desperate need for Kimmie’s recipes. “Lots of people love that kind of shit.” Josh would’ve taken any halfway decent cake recipes, but Kimmie’s cupcakes were freaking delicious. Plus, dealing with her would be most expedient.
    He needed expedient. Otherwise, Sweet Dreams was facing layoffs. Shutdowns. And God knew what would happen if the media got wind of it.
    Josh had to fix this.
    Esme and Clayton Kincaid, Mom and Dad , had saved his life. No way in hell would he let theirs fall apart.
    If Sweet Dreams went under, it would kill them.
    Josh had lost enough people in his life. He couldn’t lose them too.
    His stomach rolled over again. Aiden made short