Ashlynn's POV
I want to say I don't know why I agreed to have dinner with him, but I know why. Any self-respecting woman wouldn't turn down the opportunity to have dinner with him. He was not only good-looking, but successful and nice and funny. He was the whole damn package, and I wasn't sure what he saw in me because I was none of those things.
"So, you work at a bakery?" he asked as I had my second piece of pizza brought up to my mouth.
"Actually, I own it, well I did," I told him, and then bit down into my pizza.
"What does that mean?"
"I have a shop, but it was recently vandalized, and I don't know if I am going to be able to recover from it."
"What did they do?"
"They ruined everything. Broke all the glass, broke my machines and tables. If it could be broken, they br
