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Jubilee stared at the bowl of batter in front of her. She’d completely forgotten what she’d been making. Banana bread? Pumpkin bread? She knew most of the recipes Megan used at The Rise and Shine by heart, so she couldn’t just read what she’d need.
Staring at that bowl of nondescript batter, Jubilee felt tears rising. It was stupid, really, how anything could make her cry lately. It had been two weeks since she’d broken things off with Heath, and she missed him. She missed him like she missed a severed limb—or a piece of heart.
She still loved him. She wished she could push that love aside and move on, but her heart wouldn’t let her. Every night, she dreamed of him. Every time she heard the bell jangle at The Rise and Shine, she looked up, hoping it was him.
But it never was. He did
