Fold.
Turn the dough.
The texture changes, and it’s time to stop kneading, but my head doesn’t want to. It wants to keep going until a solution pops up in my brain.
There’s no good solution except to stop fake dating Canyon.
But Max is actually acting comfortable around me. It’s like when he found out I was dating Canyon, he knew I wouldn’t pester him.
Press.
Fold.
Press.
Fold.
Turn the dough.
He so doesn’t know me if he ever thought I’d pester a man to date me…okay, that’s funny.
And so messed up. But if it were for real, I wouldn’t do any such thing.
I mean, that’s not really true. If I loved someone, I’d tell them…I think. But I still wouldn’t pester them to love me back. That doesn’t work.
You can’t make someone love you. I’ve seen enough kids try that to know it’s a recipe for disaster.
Press.
Fold.
Press.
What would Max do if he loved a woman?
My heart clenches.
“You okay?” Cammie stops next to me, carrying a tray of cupcakes.
“Yeah.” No. “I think I’m going to take a break.”
“I can put that in to proof for you.”
“Thanks.” I nab two cupcakes off the tray and head to the front of the bakery. Max likes his sweets and I haven’t eaten anything today.
My stomach rumbles in response.
A break was a good idea.
With a glass of milk and a cup of coffee also in hand, I head over to Max’s table.
Dash looks up to see me first with a big smile. He bashes his head against Max’s massive arm.
“What’s up, little man?” Max smiles at the baby.
“I think he was trying to tell you that I’m here.” I set down the dishes and slide into the chair across from my two boys…
What?
