Undercover billionaire and the bakery bandit.
nd the counter, hands dusted with flour as her eyes hastily scanned tables sprinkled throughout the small shop. The morning rush was over, but
of slow business had taken a heavy lead weight to her chest every day with the weight of the financial troubles the
s fresh out of the oven on the counter. She looked up with a hopeful smi
ce. She sashayed on toward the counter, saying in nearinaudible to
de her stomach was performing its usual acrobatics. "Just do
ere's no shame in letting go. Sometimes, it's just too much. This place has been in
inent tears. She knew Mrs. Jenkins was just being nice, but it s
ddie said softly, "but I'
a pity smile. "Well, I'll take two loaves of sourdou
was handing her the bag, Mrs. Jenkins turned with a
her gaze stray to the framed photograph on the wall-the matriarch of he
, running her finger along the edge
around this bakery, hands moving swiftly through dough, her voice a song mixed with laughter. She loved this pl
nd gaudy new restaurants siphoning off her customers. Little longer very competitive a
so that it fogged up. How e
have a point," she stutte
ce her in a good position for a new beginning. Yet every time that would come to her head, and she could easily walk away, it was her grandmother who kept her
o much to the family? She did not want some random stranger just wal
from her reverie. A glance at the screen sho
Don't forget, you pro
rs poised over the screen as
. Might close up ea
urning her attention back inside the bakery. The e
ed once more. Addie straightened hopefully thi
preliminary courtesy. Hard eyes glanced about
tily wiping her hands on her apron. "I've been
iven you two extensions already. If I don't see something soon, I'm
ing. Business has been slow, but I have a
raction. "One more month, Addie. Beyond th
hroat tight. "Thank
s into the chill of the morning, silent again, leavi
ter, her chest heavy. Just on
in a voice little more than a whisper, "I don't know that
, was slowly escaping her grasp, slipping away into the ether as had the rest of the members
uge art portfolio. His dark hair had that bedhead thing, plus scruff along his
his voice like s
er hands on her apron
de his way toward the counter. "Gre
s rose in surpr
ing casually on the counter,
the case for a newly baked almond croissan
ers light enough. He smiled.
an odd flutter in her chest as
ed in approval. "This is gre
randmother's bakery. I've been
on her a second longer. "A family legacy, huh? Tha
is man in some kind of way she just didn't know. There was just som
, "I think from now on I shall
, a wee fire was l