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“Well, somebody clearly had a good weekend.”
Without missing a beat, Holt flipped Jonah off and continued to sing along with “Here Comes The Sun” as he spread fresh strawberry jam over the breakfast bars he’d be sliding in the oven shortly.
Still smirking, Jonah came on inside the bakery kitchen and moved to the second set of ovens, setting them to preheat. “Are we really gonna be listening to this tooth-rotting sweet playlist this morning?”
“When you get here first, you can pick the tunes.”
He’d never been more grateful for his training to function on little to no sleep. He and Cayla hadn’t wasted a single moment of their honeymoon staycation weekend, which meant he hadn’t gotten started on his wares for the grand opening until the very wee hours of Monday morning. Absolutely wort
