Chapter Thirty
In the short time he’d known Jessica, Ethan had never seen this side of her. It was simultaneously arousing and confusing. But one thing he knew for sure: the part about him loving her was real and he had to make her understand that. He’d never said that to anyone other than family.
As she stormed into the bakery, he followed after her. He nearly collided with her when she skidded to a stop.
A fifty-ish woman in an embroidered kaftan top and a burly guy in a camo hat faced off with Jessica.
“What are you guys doing here?” Jessica demanded. “We’re closed.”
“Good grief, I started this bakery!” the woman exclaimed. Putting two and two together, Ethan figured she must be Jessica’s mother. “It doesn’t matter if it’s open or closed. It’s my bakery.”
“No, Mother, it’s mine no
