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My cheeks flushed and I tried to keepunder control “I wouldn’t say that”

“I would” She smiled

“Nothing like yours The cakes youThe donuts too”

“I learned fro?” She leaned forward, intently focused

The fla for days “My dad loved to bake He had a big sweet tooth and he was always experi, so we spent a lot of ti little kid, so I wanted to help and he taught me”

She smiled and it made her eyes sparkle “Does he still bake? What does he think of what you’re doing?”

I pushed through the lump in my throat “He died when I was nine”

“I’ht We used to bake together too” A small, sad smile that probably mirrored my own curved her lips “I can see where the passion comes from”

“It’s a connection”

She nodded “Absolutely, and the joy on other people’s faces when they eat e make…”

“It’s like getting a little piece of them back”

“I knew I’d like you, Jules No one who bakes like you do could be an asshole I’ll lay it all out for you”

I scooted ainst the polished concrete floor

“I’m a little short staffed with so up And I’ in new people because of stuff with my husband”

Oh no, was he a total creeper or so? “What stuff with your husband?”