Rae leaned against the counter, her hip c****d, one hand resting on the flour-dusted surface. "You’ve been avoiding me for weeks. Every time I ask for lessons, you find an excuse. Why?"
"Because this is complicated," Ian said, running a hand through his hair. "You’re my stepdaughter."
"Step," Rae emphasized. "Not blood. And I’m twenty-two so I am old enough to know what I want."
"And what do you want?" The question slipped out before Ian could stop it.
Rae smiled slowly. "I want everything you have to offer, baking lessons included."
She pushed off the counter and walked toward him, her bare feet silent on the tile floor. Ian backed up until his back hit the refrigerator then Rae stopped just inches away from him.
"I’ve been thinking about this for so long," she said, reaching out to
