Meghan’s P.O.V.
Three months had already passed since my return to Fairview, and though I still felt a slight pang every time I remembered the circumstances that had made me leave this beautiful place all those years ago, as for me... life was finally steadying. My aunt’s bakery had become my sanctuary, a place where I could channel my energy and create something tangible and sweet. Orders flooded in for cakes and cookies, my reputation quickly spread through the town, and I felt pride blossom each time I saw a delighted customer leave with one of my creations.
There was, however, still one major snag in my otherwise seamless new life: Blade Miller.
In those three months that had passed, he had not let up once. Every single day without fail, he dropped by the bakery with that same easy
