The bell above the bakery door jingled softly as Holly unlocked it, the scent of cinnamon and sugar still lingering from Christmas Eve. She shrugged off her coat, expecting to spend the morning alone until Jake and Marissa arrived. But when she turned, Lee was right behind her, carrying a box of supplies as though he belonged there.
“I thought you were heading back to the farm,” Holly said, raising an eyebrow.
Lee grinned, setting the box on the counter. “I was. But Jake and Marissa aren’t here yet, and I figured you could use an extra set of hands.”
Holly laughed, shaking her head. “You’re supposed to be with your family.”
“I will be,” he said easily. “Later. Right now, I’m with you.”
She tried to look stern, but the corners of her mouth betrayed her. “Fine. But if you’re staying, yo
