EPILOGUE
Love and marriage looked good on some people.
Holt Steele watched as his buddy and business partner made googly eyes at his wife on the other side of the bakery’s freshly kitted out commercial kitchen as they hooked up the new range. Under other circumstances, he might’ve busted Brax’s chops about it. But he and Mia had been through so much to come back to each other, Holt didn’t have the heart. They had a right to wallow in whatever happiness they’d found again, without him sharing his own generally negative opinions about matrimony. Some people wanted to be tied down, and that was fine for them. He just wasn’t one of them.
“Hey, where’s Jonah?” Mia asked. “I figured he’d be in on this installation if for no other reason than so the three of you can inaugurate the kitchen with
