Chapter Ten
“You could stay with me,” Jenny offered, “if you don’t mind the live-in boyfriend and sleeping on the couch.”
“I wouldn’t do that to you,” Adalia said, unlocking the front door of the bakery. It was early in the morning, so early that the birds hadn’t even started chirping yet. That was how it went in the trade, bake early, sell fresh.
“Come on, it wouldn’t be a big deal.”
“You and I both know that wouldn’t work, Jen. I appreciate it, but it just wouldn’t pan out.” They filed in, the first to arrive and she closed the door behind them and flicked on the lights in the shop area.
It was decorated in candy blues, pinks and pearly whites. There were cute cupcake signs and places for people to sit. Hell, there was even a coffee bar. Trent had an eye for what worked, and this de
