Rule number one when dining with new potential friends: don’t trauma dump on your first meal together.
“You’re a pastry chef?” Wolf asked, astounded.
“Uhh, yeah. LuLu mentioned the bakery owner, Milly, had married and left, but with Bree here and yeah— I,” Why wasn't I able to complete a dang sentence?
‘Because you’re nervous about telling Wolf you considered looking at the location, considered staying, but don’t want to come off as desperate or needy. But, you don’t need to be, little one.’
The voice answered my unspoken question with an honest answer, and I hated her for it.
“A pastry chef, wait, how old are you?” Teddy asked as he reached for another stack of pancakes before anyone else even finished their first helping.
This guy could really eat.
‘Look at him, he looks like he
