A faint blush crossed her cheeks, plus a cute giggle passed her lips by Paul’s remark, calling her ‘cutie’. He went on, explaining, half joking that Embry would be helping an elder woman with her grocery bags, but at last grew serious, stating the truth; he was on patrol. A small sigh in disappointment rolled off the little redhead’s lips. However, her mood brightened up quickly when he suggested she could wait for his arrival and invited her to baked muffins. Muffins? She was all on board.
❛  Ooh, yes. I want those delicious muffins, too. I’ll happily wait for Embry to come. ❜   She beamed, pleased by the prospect of eating delightful cakes. She was aware of Emily’s fabulous cooking and baking skills.