"Is that who I think it is?" Rachel whispers, dragging my thoughts from the gutter where they have been residing for the past forty minutes since he stepped in here.
Ryan is talking to his business partners at the far end of my shop. Ash is on his lap, playing with his phone.
This is a bad idea.
Not Ash spending time with Ryan, even if I haven't told him Ryan is his father yet. Not Ryan holding Ash through his meetings without letting go. Letting Ryan have these meetings in my shop is THE bad idea. I can't concentrate. I can't bake. I can't do anything without staring abashedly at him.
It's like there is a force that keeps pulling my gaze towards that direction.
"What? Who?" I ask, feigning seriousness as I shove a customer's order into the paper bag.
"I'm pretty sure that—" Rachel
