CHAPTER 8
Devon
A slew of butterflies flutter in my belly as I open the door to the bakery. Zara is busy with a customer and I take the time to look around. Half the wares on sale are gluten-free; the other half sugar-free, some both. That’s how things are in California now, especially in the long-reaching shadow of Silicon Valley.
“Hey.” She beams me a wide smile. “Just a second.” She tells the other man behind the counter she’ll be taking a break, then heads toward me. “You came.” She looks a touch surprised.
“I was overcome with an unquenchable need for a sugar-free cupcake.”
“I have plenty of those. Let me grab some and we’ll sit out front. Do you want some coffee or tea with that? Anything else?”
“Some iced tea would be lovely.”
“Coming right up. Make yourself comfortable.” I w
