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“More than I fucking should.”

I kiss him again.

And for one perfect moment, the past doesn’t feel quite so heavy.

Then my phone rings.

I groan.

“Ignore it,” Grayson mutters against my lips.

“Could be important.”

“More important than me?”

“Depends. Are you offering free cinnamon rolls?”

He nips lightly at my lower lip.

“Answer the damn phone.”

I laugh and dig it out of my jacket pocket.

Clara.

I swipe to answer.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Autumn, where are you?”

Her voice is tight.

My smile fades.

“Out. Why?”

“Something happened at the bakery.”

I straighten.

“What happened?”

“Someone broke in.”

The world goes cold.

“What?”

“The front window’s smashed. There’s glass everywhere, and I think they wrecked some of your equipment.”

My stomach drops.

“Oh, my God.”

Grayson steps closer.

“What is it?”