Chapter Six
Adalia kneaded the dough, taking out the frustration of the day on the emulsion of flour, water, salt and yeast.
Between the bank and DeShawn’s interference, there wasn’t much room for calm. Her mind swirled with questions about her future. If she lost the bakery, she’d have nowhere to live. She’d be forced back to her father’s place, because there was no way in hell she’d get drawn into DeShawn’s web of laziness and lies again.
She paused and wiped her brow with her forearm, then sighed.
There had to be some way for her to make this money back.
The bell over the door in the shop tinkled.
“We’re closed!” she called out, frowning to herself. That’d better not be DeShawn. Besides, it was past five already and she’d hung the ‘CLOSED’ sign in the shop window.
“Hello?” Adalia
