Chapter 4
Grateful as Ryan was for the breakfast rush that kept his mind off the shock of seeing Tabby for the next few hours, it had to end sometime. He wasn’t quite willing to put his head into one of the gigantic ovens to put himself out of his own misery. Not just yet.
Even while he was rushing around like crazy—one of the best parts of the job—getting dough and ingredients ready for tomorrow, working those ovens, and running fresh goodness out to the front, his mind kept trying to drag him back into the past.
The second he stopped long enough to lean against one of the long prep tables and take a deep breath, his memories bubbled over worse than sugar water heated too high. He was afraid they’d start to smell just as bad as burned sugar, and be every bit as hard to clean off of eve
