Judd the dud.
Ugh.
Just thinking about him makes my stomach twist.
Turns out the man I thought I was going to marry was actually cheating on me with his assistant. For months.
And when I found out?
He had the nerve to tell me I was too much for him.
Too nice.
Too big.
Too much like the quaint New Jersey Bear Shifter town we left behind.
And yet, even with all that too muchness—he also said I wasn’t ambitious enough.
Asshole.
My mom was devastated.
See I’m her last single daughter.
An embarrassment to the Smith family tree.
Mom liked Judd.
Told me I should forgive him.
That I should try to change for him.
And that I should just forget he’d been screwing his secretary for months.
Thanks, Mom. But no thanks.
So yeah, New York, Judd, and I all broke up at the same time.
And honestly?
Best decision I ever made.
This shop is exactly what I needed.
Simple.
Creative.
Mine.
Which means there is exactly zero room in my life right now for romance.
Men?
Hard pass.
I’m just finishing frosting a tray of waffle cone bowls when the bell above the door jingles.
