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Holt slid a tray of cookie bars into the oven. “It feels kinda weird being here without Rachel. I got used to being back in a kitchen with her the past couple of weeks.”
Jonah only grunted and continued to knead butter into the brioche dough. He could’ve used the stand mixer and let a dough hook do all the work, but he needed the physicality of kneading to distract himself from the fact that she wasn’t here.
Brax worked his way down a row of puff pastries, folding and rolling each one before returning the lot of them to the cooler to chill. “What’s she up to today, anyway?”
“No idea.” And Jonah hated that.
Holt went brows up. “Really? You’ve kept her in your pocket since she got hurt. I’m surprised you didn’t make her give you a detailed itinerary.”
“She’s free to come and go as s
