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But there’s one way to besure.

If I have to choose between Everett and IES, I’ll choose Everett.

Every time.

“I think I need to go back to Sapphire Falls and let Margot, Graham, and Sofia handle this,” I say. “And maybe you need to not be there either. They’ve heard from us. Let’s let the rest of the team do their thing.”

He studies me for a long moment. He cups my cheek. “Are you sure?”

“I am.”

“I can’t come to Sapphire Falls with you. I have a…thing…in Denver tomorrow. I can’t miss it.” He looks pained.

But I can’t expect him to come with me. He didn’t know what was going to happen last night. He didn’t even know I was going to be here in New York until he saw me yesterday. Of course, he has other things scheduled.

“It’s fine. Of course. Go back to Denver. We’ll…make a plan. I can come there. Or you can come to Nebraska later.”

He smiles. “You coming to Denver would have its advantages. Like your parents not sleeping right down the hall.”

I smile and lean into his kiss.

But inwardly, I sigh.

I’m choosing a man over my career.

Dammit.

It’s a good thing he’s absolutely amazing and worth it. Because I’m probably going to be working at my mom’s bakery for the rest of my life.

CHAPTER 17

EVERETT

I step backand look from the image on my phone to the project on the table.

That’s pretty good.

I’m not bad at this.

Sure, it took me nearly forty minutes to do one cookie. I’m going to have to get faster. But now I’m going to have more time for practice, so soon I’ll be able to crank out…like three of these in an hour.

I snort.

“How’s it going in here?”

I look up as Adrianne comes into the back room of the bakery. She’d gotten me started but then been called up front to consult with a customer about a bridal shower. She’d told me to go ahead and…I had.

I point to the cookie I just finished. “What do you think?”

She comes over to check my work.

She doesn’t say anything for several seconds.

I slide my phone over to show her the image I had been using as inspiration.

She clears her throat. “Oh.”

“You didn’t say which bugs you wanted to start with but you said frogs and bugs, so I figured a fly made sense.”