EpilogueOne year later…
Ethan was sweating. People had gone crazy with cake orders for Valentine’s Day. He’d never baked as many pink cakes and pastries in his life.
Lisa groaned and threw a spatula into the pile of dishes with a clank. “Please tell me that was the last of it.”
“I believe so.” Ethan rested his elbows on the baking table in the middle of the kitchen and stretched his back until a couple of satisfying pops sounded. With effort, he pushed away from the surface and walked out the swing door to check how many pink cake slices they had left on the display shelf. They had more in the refrigerator, but he wanted to make sure he could head home without leaving the afternoon staff in a bad situation.
“Ethan!” Jamie stood on the other side of the counter, fluttering his eyelashes
