After Three Years In My Bakery He Tried To Sell It Behind My Back

it.”

“That’s the family motto.”

He did not laugh. He crossed the kitchen, took my hands, and kissed the inside of my wrist. “Text me if you need me.”

“You’ll be on a plane.”

“I’ll land before the reception ends. I’ll try to get there.”

“Don’t rush.”

“You don’t have to prove anything to people who keep moving the finish line,” he said.

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