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Massive mixers and ovens were crammed into the s

She sat on a steel stool with her foot bouncing around on the botto and her hair held back from her face

It was freezing despite her previous assertions that it was hot in the back, but her steady hand spackled an intricate design using a ht use

“It’s beautiful” I dropped my hand onto her shoulder

A yelp erupted from herthe ear buds out of her ears

“Jesus, Jules! You scared the shit out of me” She clutched the front of her shirt and set down her icing trowel

“Sorry” I held up

“Yeah, I can tell from your face you’re real sorry Next time you’ll meet the business end of my spatula”

Draped across her workbench was a black suit jacket and tie

“Looks like so some business ends taken care of back here” I lifted the jacket, holding it out with er The label inside the jacket was hand stitched in And the designer…

“Max, whose jacket is this?” My gaze swung to hers

She grabbed it offcabinet and slammed the metal drawer shut

“You can’t scrunch and shove a jacket like that It’s worth, like, all the money” I reached for the handle

With a quick smack toforgotten Avery said aiting on you to get the recipes for the next round of videos just right” She stopped and turned “How are you doing?”