Chapter 10
I cringed Monday morning when Graham walked through the doors of SkinnyCakes. I didn’t expect to see him at all and wondered if he was there to lecture me some more.
“Good morning,” I said tentatively. “How can I help you today?”
He flashed me a panty-melting grin and said, “Hey Abby. I’ll take a strawberry scone and a slice of banana cake. I missed out on that this weekend.”
Heat rushed to my cheeks, but Graham didn’t seem to notice. The barb was well deserved. I heated his scone and sliced him a double piece of banana cake, all the while rehashing, in my mind, what happened Saturday night.
Brett never liked things messy. He wanted every aspect of life packaged in a neat little box. Growing up with six siblings, he liked quiet. If we argued, he’d leave. If I challenged him
