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

room for only one person. Understanding someone is not the same as excusing them.

“You smiled,” I said.

Allison blinked. “What?”

“When I was standing in the fountain. You smiled.”

“I was uncomfortable.”

“No,” I said. “You were pleased.”

Bradford looked at her then. Not angrily. Worse. As if he were seeing her clearly for the first time.

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