Epilogue
“Are you sure?” Casey leaned up on one elbow.
“Anna knows how to open up. Come on, it’s a big morning for you!” Ben threw off the sheets and dragged Casey out of bed. He’d gotten much better at being an early riser since he had to come in and start baking before the morning rush. He had developed a loyal staff, though, and once Anna rose to manager she was able to take responsibility for getting things started a few days a week. Now he was the one prodding Casey to get up—it seemed he was more excited about the day than she was.
“What if it goes horribly?” she complained as she sat up in bed, hair all tousled and frizzing over her shoulders.
“It’s going to be brilliant,” Ben said, climbing over the comforter to kiss her shoulders, her neck, her cheek, her lips.
“It could stil
