I spent the next week debating taking Abigail up on her offer and spending time with Max whenever we could to see each other. I knew a kitchen like Abigail’s would be perfect for me to use, but she was my competition. I didn’t know if I could do it.
I didn’t mention the offer to Max. He hadn’t said anything about asking his sister and I figured if I brought up baking somewhere else he might get weird on me again. Worst case scenario, I could bake at Lexi’s. I just didn’t really want to if I could do something different.
None of that mattered when the week I was dreading the most finally arrived. All my customers were on one end of the spectrum or the other. Half were happy and excited about Christmas almost being there and the other half were stressed and anxious. Me? Well, I was just do
