“I do work a lot,” she admitted. “I love my bakery, but there are times when I wish I could just take a week off. That hasn’t happened since… forever.”
He stepped to a bread box and pulled out a package of white bread. “I can imagine. So no beach for you either then?”
Delaney let out a sigh. “Nope. Sounds nice, though.”
“Hey,” he said, turning to face her, “I didn’t mean to get you all depressed.”
Letting out a giggle, she said, “I’m not. I mean, I love my job. I’m so lucky I get to go to work everyday and do something I love. But… there are some downsides, too. I wish I had someone who could run it for a while if I ever did decide to take a vacation.”
He assembled the sandwiches and plated them, adding a hefty side of potato chips and a dill pickle spear before bringing Delaney her p
